After spending the morning in deep solemnity (there is, he reasoned, a need to mourn the loss of anything precious, in this case his manhood) Hikaru hums and taps his chin thoughtfully.
“Hypothetically speaking - I mean, purely hypothetically,” he says, raising his hands in defense when Inoo gives him a withering look. “If all of us do end up stuck like this, we can still enter Hello! Project, right?” He pauses to take a sip of his juice, absorbed in his own thoughts. “Although,” he adds slowly, “We’d have to become Hello’s Ultra Music Power Instead. Like. Hump.” He chuckles, evidently amused by his wit. “Get it? Hey Say Hump? Cause it’s H instead of J now?”
Inoo is not amused.