Budokai Quarterfinals - K414 VS Nasu

    Was this a fine day? Not for the dual consciousnesses inhabiting the cyborg saiyan, but at last 4K wrested control of the body, walking out of the dressing room hankering for a good and honest exchange of fists. He was emerging from a heated argument over self-ownership, spurred when K4 suggested that he be transferred to another system. 4K argued that, having been coded into their shared body, Strongbone law gave him the right of custody. K4 rebuked, pointing out that the quoted file had been edited recently. The back-and-forth of technicalities devolved into sass, insults and at last malware and neural discharges. 4K's was still restarting his sensors when he stepped into the ring, only now noticing the crowd he had to work on.

    He waved, and the fans waved back. He flipped them off, and the fans answered in kind. They made up for their few numbers in discipline. "WARTHOGS!" he called, eliciting grunts and snorts "I come to you without logos and augments, for today I fight no more!" fans and haters fell silent — the machine man's humor was unpredictable to the point of this all being some joke. It was already weird that he, so theatrical, had come tardy and without explosions. "You heard me right-!" from a hidden compartment he pulled a microphone, it looked weighty enough to crack a skull "And the blame is squarely on those I thought had my back! Well, ████ them! Each and every sponsor that pulled back, you guys suck- and here's why!" from that same compartment he produced a wholly unnecessary sheet of paper, and glasses that fit snugly against his visor "Big Baby's Big Gulp is laced with talc! PARODY! Bao Burger's 'refrigerated' meat is frozen in gravy! PARODY! Wonder no more if Appule's Wigs are actually organic, they're wool! The cheapest wool! Sheep ass wool! PARODY!" the cyborg kept reading on and on, pacing around the ring, denouncing every brand and product that had pulled out from their contract. He had generated the accusations from a conspiracy database, and thought he was quite smart for adding parody after every attack. In the eyes of the law, he was as innocent as a newborn. This had the intended effect on the audience, confusion and wariness — the sort that'd damage profits.

    4K didn't fight security when they came to get him and the stack of papers at his feet. He just kept listing his grievances, transmitting them online when he was taken to a soundproof room. Whatever happened now, Satanael would come to the rescue.