"Hey Corporate Man, ever died before?"
"No, though I nearly did during the Great Depression. Bad memories..."
"Well, I'd like to not die right now, so KINDLY GET THE FUCK OFF OF THE ORGAN BENCH SO I CAN FIGHT THE GODDAMN REAVERS!!!"
"Oh, sorry."
"If you were really sorry, you'd give me back Katatsu and Hitatsu, but noooo, you'd rather torment me. Bastard."
"Look, do you really want them back? I can't find a single buyer for them and the containment field is costing me a whole bunch. If I give them back to you, I'll actually make some money."
"Gee, yeah, I'd love to have them back. I don't suppose you'd also give me Raitatsu back too?"
"Hell no! I still have six months before that reaches the point those other two are at. Anyway, here are your stupid katana. Now I'm going to summon my mecha. This is extremely cramped."
<color=turquoise>That was surprisingly nice of him. I don't quite trust this.
"Neither do I, Helena, but I've got my katana back. I can kill just about anything now." Then he and the Clones began playing Ghost Love Score bu Nightwish, killing one of the reavers outright with a slash from the thermal energy scythe.