[Between Laharl's screaming and the incessant notifications on his phone, Mao can't sleep despite only having gone to bed an hour or so ago. So Mao finally turns over and looks at his brother's stupid post.]
[Then he blanches and begins to type.]
Excuse me? Who do you think you are to insult the intricate and delicate cultures of Japanese animation?
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[Then he blanches and begins to type.]
Excuse me? Who do you think you are to insult the intricate and delicate cultures of Japanese animation?