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❝Run that by me again, @TheLabCaretaker.❞

So that’s what they call a rude awakening.

❝What a bore this rock has become.❞

❝I wouldn’t be.❞

❝It’s been so long, I wonder what color Goku’s hair turns now? Maybe purple?❞

❝Oh, I’ve made a horrible mistake.❞

❝I don’t, and let me tell you, I’ve lost absolutely zero sleep over it. So, ah, no need to fill me in.❞

|| I don’t know if this is genuine muse or me wanting to channel my hatred for everything into Cell’s demeaning manner of speech but here we are.

This has nightmarish new context.

❝I’m not wearing those damned bandages again, I don’t care what the celebration is.❞

❝Imagine getting suspended. Hah!❞

❝Oh, good. A mother’s day passed without my Juniors getting any ‘funny’ ideas.❞

Buys himself chocolates and flowers for Valentine’s Day.

❝Now then, who’s become the top dog in my absence? It only makes sense to grind their face into the dirt to celebrate my return.❞

— . . . Even if it took another of yours truly to be capable of such.❞

A hand arose to bend atop his torso, upper body coming down to perform a bow one would expect of a stage performer, smirk flavored with all the pride in the world. ❝Why thank you, I’m glad that at least one inhabitant of this rock can appreciate the beauty of my words. —

❝Those worms thought me to be gone, did they? They retreated to their daily lives, sleeping easy knowing that they’d surpassed perfection, that the reign of terror perfected had come to a close. Oh no. Oh no no no NO. Cell’s back, and this rock’ll be dust.❞

— inimitable perfection.❞

❝Oh, how long it’s been since I was able to FLEX—❞ A flutter of the wings, one capable of kicking up a mighty gust paired with the clenching of his fists and jutting forward of his chest, the mere muscle movement causing the ground nearby to quake and buckle. ❝— my —

❝By all means, no one deserves to so much as glance at our silhouette, much less bask in the glory that is my — or rather, our — beauty. Yet it would be oh-so-very cruel to rob these Neanderthals the sight of perfection before it chokes the life out of them.❞