"Nooooooooo!
Back in her room, Angelina Harris curled her hair in angry shapes and gave her hysterical golden cuts.
"Jaaaaaa up! Ja, jah, jah, jaaaa up!
Angelina sprinkles with what's in the room, screaming in a weird face. He throws a clock and hits the wall, cleaves the painting with his fingernails, chews the pillow with his teeth and smashes the feathers inside, taps the proof with his heels, the TV also taps it with a knee kick, and on the bed he greets the head-bad with perseverance many times. It seems to make me think that a third party would have gone mad if they saw it.
"Ahhh! Oh, I can't stand it! Yellow Monkey, nothing but a loving smile on your co-opponents or torture. Whoa! Why do I have to do this? Ooh, ooh, ooh!? That's not true. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!
Angelina drags the whole doll out of the closet as she summons.
"Jap, jaaaa up! Hey, call me Jaaaaaaaa up!
Fighting poses and sprinkles toward Angelina's special equally large Japanese doll for Usa Sunshine. It's an old-fashioned Japanese statue that I don't see today: eyeglasses.
"Jajajajajajajajaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
Angelina kicks over and over again at the doll, screaming. The doll is made of considerable strength, so there is no indication that it will break at all. Every time I kick, my upper body shakes big, and I immediately go back to normal. Thanks to a trick by a special spring that is planted inside.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!
"Well, well, well, well, well, well."
Angelina's excitement cooled once and for all to a suddenly familiar voice.
"You're a rude man! Don't even knock. What is it?
Looking back at the door as the face of anger, he spots two witnesses of ugliness.
"I did? Finally, it wasn't locked, and I was worried someone might be attacking me because I heard a loud voice like a cat in a mating relationship, so I rushed into the room to confirm it. Best of all, you look good."
Jeffrey Allen says soaking, laughing at pieces that seem crazy. There is also Eric Taylor beside him.
"What do you want!?
"Meh."
It was Angelina, who would tease her shoulders and ask, but as if to answer that, Eric bears a full grin and makes a cat voice. Angelina was drained of poison by Eric's response, which was so unintentional.
"See that package, if possible, before Whale Watching begins, I want you to make contact with the other ships in Grimm Penis and take them out of this ship. If it's done sooner than planned, it's all safe."
"Why? Are you telling me there's a yellow copolyte stepping into this ship?
That package refers to the Japanese who have been taking it. Scheduled to sneak into contact with the Grimm Penis ship in the middle of the night after Whale Watching.
"It's possible, but it's not the only one. I told you there's a good chance Eko's sneaking into this ship. They manipulate space. There is no confidence in the boulder to prevent it from happening perfectly. Besides, there's Junko Yukioka."
"I let your soldiers in because Eko is here, and now I'm not sure? You mean you can't act as a watchdog, the only thing you're intrigued with is a chihuahua that sounds like a camp?
It was Angelina, who intended to hit her disgust with plenty, but the thin laughter that floated in Jeffrey's mouth didn't make it microscopic, nor did it change her gaze. I saw how she didn't feel itchy at all and Angelina flinched more the other way around.
"Thorley, I'm confident in the role of a hound. I don't like the role of a watchdog. So I thought I should take certain measures, so I came forward directly, but if you don't want to, that's fine. It's none of my business."
"Okay. I'll wipe your incompetent ass."
"Thankyouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Hey, let's go, Eric."
"Meh."
Jeffrey and Eric leave the room. Angelina sighed heavily, watching the tragedy indoors and slapping her face and tongue.
"Ha ha, how about that? Wouldn't that have been funny? Eric."
"Meh."
Jeffrey speaks to Eric walking next door, laughing with heartfelt pleasure.
"I thought he'd be absolutely rough. - That's brilliant. No, I saw something good, Eric."
"Meh."
Eric also replies with a happy smile.
The two enter the restricted area except for the persons concerned and open the doors of the cargo depot where the load is loaded.
Aside from the shipment inside, there are a dozen men in black Glasan, carrying sub-machine guns to guard them.
"Is there any abnormality? I'm not just here, but, well, my fortune tells me nothing's going to happen today, and I'll be fine. Yeah."
"Meh."
Jeffrey turns to the back of the cargo hold as he talks.
"You can take the night off now - but I was wondering if you could hang out with me a little bit."
Mixed with the outsider men in the inflexible black clothes, Jeffrey spoke out in fluent Japanese, turning to just one Japanese, just one woman, sitting unwrought on the floor.
She was a terribly flashy looking woman. The hair is dyed in bright pink and the outfit is uniform only in two colors: black and pink. She's beautiful if you look closely, but Jeffrey thought to herself the first time she saw it because her eyes were pale and strange, and her mouth was half open, so she did it with strange medication.
What's even more unusual is what she's got in her hands.
"What is it? Work? Private? Wouldn't you prefer the latter?
"The latter, but why don't you at least listen to me and then say no? It's not a big deal. I was doozy and totally forgot, Miss Toriyama, I want to see your arm. Try it with me."
"Hmm, I hope so? It's going to be exercise before bed. Exercise before bed is important, isn't it? It balances the sympathetic nerves with the parasympathetic nerves."
A pink-headed woman - Masami Toriyama - rises up all the time, mouth-running things that don't make sense.
"Uh? Isn't it the other way around? I'm going to be so excited I can't sleep."
Jeffrey said with a laugh, but Masami looks strange.
"Being excited? No? That might happen if you fight a very strong man, but there can't be any excitement in a man of such strength there - Moderate exercise, neat head, a good night's sleep?
That said, Masami stood up with her right hand, two outlets with her left hand, and threw them into her mouth.
"Right? I figured we shouldn't use guns, right?
"I'd say you don't mind using it, but don't have a problem with stray bullets hitting loads and soldiers. It's only a pleasure, and if you can fight with it, then do it."
Jeffrey demands serenity, to the righteousness of asking.
"Let's try this one to suit my taste...... Enjoy watching black water, death-calling oil, the taste of iron from your throat, and the falling landscape…"
In front of your chest, face your hands at a distance of about twenty centimeters, Jeffrey casting a spell. Between the two hands, I wondered if something like a black, drooling mass of liquid had appeared, stretching up and down in a bar, a blade was created at the top end, and eventually a pitch-black sickle was formed.
Jeffrey waves down the sickle. Masami and I were at a distance of more than five meters and it was thought that the sickle could not have reached us, but the moment we waved it, the sickle would play like water and become a black splash, flying to the position where Masami was. The part of the pattern Jeffrey is grasping remains solid.
Masami gently takes two steps back. When a black splash arrives in the position where Masami was, it suddenly solidifies and changes to the shape of a sickle blade, piercing the floor.
When Jeffrey pulls both arms, the blade liquefies again so that it can be sucked into Jeffrey's pattern and flies back into the sky, again to the original blade - back to the black sickle.
When I have it, it is an individual sickle, but every time I shake it, it partially liquefies, and when I finish shaking it, it changes to solid again. Its flight distance, the angle at which it flies, is extremely difficult to avoid for those who are extremely unpredictable and confident in their physical surgery. In fact, Jeffrey has tailored his arm pride to many with this black sickle.
Jeffrey flaunting the sickle, a black splash hits Masami, and now the sickle blade appears from the bottom to the top, passing through the space where Masami was a few seconds before the comma.
"You know, you haven't really come to kill me for trying your arms or anything?
"If this is how you want to die, you don't have to."
Jeffrey was in the mood to praise Masami, who asked in a chilling tone. Difficult to avoid this black sickle sorcery, but Masami shows no haste at all and squeezes at his leisure. This alone convinced Jeffrey that it was a delicacy as rumored.
"Well, we're going this way, too, right? Isn't that nice?
To that word of Masami, Jeffrey giggles.
"Huh!"
Eric also feels the disturbing air, turning off his grin and making an annoying scream.
"The vibrancy of the sea, the freshness of the sky, the one who suddenly brings scorching rot, the messenger"
Jeffrey spells up early. Regardless, Makoto fills the time at once.
Between that moment, Masami and Jeffrey, when Masami fleshed out to Jeffrey, a fiercely burning sphere of blue flames emerged. Now I'm not hallucinating.
Shortly afterwards, he looked both black and Jeffrey as if the blue fireball had bounced and flown. The only people who knew the facts were Masami and Eric, who was capturing Masami's movements with remarkable moving vision.
Masami, who bounced the flame with a fast rotation of the X., sticks straight to Jeffrey, grabs the root, moves about two meters from Jeffrey's body to the wall, pushes it against the wall and hoists it.
"Gee, it's gibberish"
Jeffrey taps on Masami's hand as she erases the sickle and hoists her neck one hand at a time.
It was an incredible sight to see from the black clothes and Eric, who knew Jeffrey's fighting power. There have been defeats, but I have never seen him suffer a clear defeat so far. Many looked at the sight with astonishment.
"Meh, meh"
Eric rushes over to Jeffrey worried where Masami leaves her hand.
"It's okay, Eric. Phew... apparently, I've hired more warriors than I thought."
Bringing it to the wall, Jeffrey stares at Masami as she rubs her neck and praises herself.
"I want you to tell me more than that. Why is this guy imitating a cat? Because you like cats? Tell me because I'm so interested and I doubt it, and I'm going to be unable to sleep thinking about it."
"Ooh, look. Don't you get it!? Eric has a problem with it. Does that look like people to your eyes?!?
To Masami's question, Jeffrey surprises Overt and answers that with a true face.
"Oh well... is it a cat? Convinced. You're a cat who looks like a person, but you don't mind if there's about one of those cats in the world."
"Meh."
Eric rang with a happy smile, as if he was happy to understand the words of Masami speaking as he looked at himself.