[The journal clicks on as it drops to the ground, recording a quiet curse and a dark screen. After a moment it lifts up, revealing a flash view of Edward in a tank top as he tilts his arm, prodding at the metal limb that is apparently not cooperating as well as it should.]
What the hell is wrong with this thing? It's not-
[And his words are quite
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HOLY SHI--------!!!!!!
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WHO THA' HELL DID THAT?!
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Where the hell did it go now!? Dammit...!
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YOU! YOU THE ONE TRYIN' TO TAKE ME OUT?!
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Except for when one slams into the side of his head while passing by, and causing his head to spin around rapidly.]
--AGH!
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...OH GOD WHAT IS WRONG WITH THAT GUY'S HEAD]
Agh!!
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WHO DID THAT!? WHERE DID YOU GO!? [He could have sworn he heard someone agh.]
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Are you okay!?
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Hey, are you okay!?
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I think so... what just happened?
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Looks like I hit you... sorry, it was an accident.
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Dead-pan: ]
Chasing after explosives. As a hobby, very dangerous.
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[Great, and the whole thing ended up on the journal, too... is there no end to his bad luck?]
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I have arrived here, presently. Not accustomed to holidays celebrated in Luceti. May I inquire as to the celebration?
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There's no holiday, just accidents waiting to happen.
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BANG!
[And the rocket fist slams right into Japan's back, flattening him against the ground. At least he stopped it. It's just smoking and sitting on top of him.]
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Argh, sorry! Are you alright?
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......What.....hit me...?
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This... it was my arm. I didn't mean for that to happen, I swear.
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