[I]Why does gravity exist? Why do boundaries hold me from doing what I want. Screw you, floor, I do what I want![/I]

The things that roam through the kuudere's distracted brain, what do they mean? Ryder didn't even know why he was in the club room above the club he belonged to. In fact, he was sitting through a meeting he didn't even belong in.

By the time he realized this, he shrugged and looked at Buster around his wrist, compact in his portable watch form. The AI sighed extremely audibly and looked at Ryder through the LCD monitor, speaking in a voice that sounded a bit too much like Cyborg from Teen Titans. "Yo, yo, Ryder, please, get me out of here! I can't stand this rambling about..about..a world without video games! Board games have no place anywhere in my world, especially real life chess!"

Ryder blinked and stared at the monitor with a air of the most potent indifference ever, in [B]history[/B], and nodded, though in reality, he didn't care where he was, but before he could protest, Buster burned a hole through the floor where Ryder was sitting, and he landed in the middle of the Handy Man club room, staring at the almighty club leader without a feel in the world. "Hiya."