[ This is probably not how Akechi thought he'd be spending his evening -- stuck on a couch with Ann and dealing with her sleepy musings. ] Oh, yeah. The first stop I'm making after I die is Kamoshida's jail cell. He'll never see it coming. [ It's at this point a catchy tune should probably start playing, except it doesn't. ] I'm going to flick the lights on and off at inconvenient times so he falls flat on his pervy face.

[ Okay. Maybe it's not exactly homicidal but it's still not nice. ] I'm gonna worry about you because we're friends now whether you like it or not.

[ She stuffs the pillow under her head and lets her face drop down onto it, before she pauses again. ] ...How do you do it? I have to use copious amounts of creams and makeup to avoid looking like the walking dead. And that's not even including all nighters...