"Son of a bitch... you'll be in a hurry for a long time... but wait. When you show up, it's time to pay your annual contribution. I'll make you a Gucciagu in Gittanbacon!
Gaius licked his tongue and stood up with his arms swinging with Brumbourne.
"Oh, come anytime. We're all set. Three hundred and sixty degrees, either way!
But the space around Gaius remained normal without shaking.
Then Gaius' expression began to change slightly.
"Hmm? Hmm. Mm-hmm... hey, no, no..."
Gaius didn't want to admit the idea that floated behind his own brain, too angry.
That made me desperate to explore other possibilities.
"No, no, no, no, look, this is it, right? Yeah, that's it. You know, I don't know what to say, you're going to attack me with a guy like an uninterrupted backhand I can't even imagine. Oh, I'm sure he is."
Gaius muttered something too impossible to convince himself.
"Well, we'll do it. I can't believe I'm trying to roll my hands out like I can't imagine. But no matter what kind of hand you attack, I'll take it with all my strength. Come on, you can come from anywhere, don't hesitate to call!
Then a man, supposedly a seemingly Zeldos colleague, approached the dreaded Gaius.
And he looked at Gaius with a pitiful gaze, and said unto him: