M'Quve

I will send out my finest bounty hunters to pulverize you down to the last particle if you do so.

You may.

My vintage Furby and my vintage Labubu watch me as I drift to sleep each night.

No one would dare impersonate me, if only because no one does it like me. When I am gone, there will be no one even remotely similar to me remaining.

To all of my 'opps': It's okay, I can tell you're simply jealous of my status and my proximity to Lady Kycillia. It's only human to feel that way.

💀

Uragang, skull react him.

Lady Kycilia gave me something similar, I believe. They make my chest feel odd, but I thank her for looking out for my physique.

Just purchased a beautiful vase. It's less old than I prefer— from 1983 A.D, to be exact— but the finish is just gorgeous. And the best part? You don't get to see it. It's mine. Come in person if you truly wish to gaze upon its glory.

Hm.

You're insufferable and a disgrace to your late mother's name.

Contrary to not-so-popular belief, I am only interested in antique vases. Garden variety ones created in the Universal Century do not concern me.

I apologize for my absence. I, for one, do not feel humiliated by that incident, for the record... How could I, when they were fighting one of those accursed lab animals? Ha.

Dangerous and uncouth behavior from a man who often tries to hide that his vices haven't changed since teenagehood.

My hair is the ideal shade of purple, I would say. I would go so far as to say it puts all other purples to shame.

That's... Hm. I had no idea.

On the contrary, the middle century is one to aspire to learn fro— Wait, they're what? Is that true?

Feeling all high-and-mighty now, are you, whelp? Because you sent a drugged-up little girl to fight in your fancy psychic mobile suit? I don't even believe in the existence of Newtypes. I don't need this!

DAMN IT.

GOD.

No particular reason, of course. I'm only sending one of them out today, of course.

As much as I have my issues with them, it is quite nice to see the Tri-Stars all launching at once.

Do not phrase it as "your man," that has undertones I wish not to be associated with.

I have performed yet another act to preserve our history. A precious artifact was returned to its rightful owner today.

1 PM tomorrow. As my Gyan is still being serviced, I will be sending one of the Black Tri-Stars in my place.

Oh. Yes. Uragang is not here. Hm.

Uragang, dirty up my Gyan so it never gets polished.

Delete this

I'm sure it was a counterfeit anyway...

It is no mere vehicle. It is a vessel to express one's truest feelings. I would go as far as to say it should qualify as something akin to a wheelchair— without it, many lose their sense of purpose.