[h2]Space Bar[/h2]
[b]LOCK OFF.[/b]

Takahara looked down at the business suit he'd worn over his Shocker Grunt uniform, grumbling. Those were bullet holes and bloodstains. That always took FOREVER to get out. Not to mention the shot's he'd taken to the back while taking cover behind the table. Seething with obvious rage, he replaced his tie and became noticeably calmer. He removed the two belts and nodded to the ork's severed head, tossing it over to his body.

"Yeah. We'll get you patched up and let you take a look through the armo-"

Aaaaand then the Saiyan was kneeling. As far as he knew, that wasn't something that happened. Still, the raw power of a Saiyan would always come in handy. He handed Raditz a business card with a bow.

"Well, when Frieza died, I bought up a lot of his surplus. And don't worry about the 'my lord' stuff, I'm running a more casual workplace than Frieza or Cooler. I'd show you the presentation but uh..."

Looking over, the slides from the presentation had been shot to tatters. One of the Faceless Corporate Drones from Blatantly Evil Marketing Firm B was doubled over on the ground, grabbing his head in horror. The presentation... it had been DAMAGED. This was unacceptable.

[i]I... I dodged the bullets. I thought of my own life as more important than the corporation's success![/i]

The Drone's eye went to a plastic spork on Raditz's tray as he dived for it.

[i]There is only one way to restore my honor.[/i]

Taking the spork, he attempted to plunge it into his stomach and drag it across. This... didn't work. The fact he could not restore his honor through seppuku left him even more distressed. He proceeded to try to dash his brains out on the floor, screaming "QUOTA! QUOTA! OVERTIIIIIIIIIIIME!"

Takahara sighed as he finished redoing the knot on his tie.

"...y... yeah. The Faceless Corporate Drones get like this sometimes. Julius, mind taking us home? We gotta go full force if we're going to take Castlevania. And I'm going to be honest, my vision's kinda blurry right now, so you'll proooobably want to have Appule on standby."

Takahara finally finished up with his tie and checked his phone for messages.

"2 million meat? Like... pounds, tons, pork, beef, what? I'mma worry about this later, I really need a doctor."