" Look, we know you had that crush on Vega, but frankly, most Spanish Ninja are nowhere near as good as he is at fighting." He smiles. " We can take on some shadowy underhanded bastards. As long as we don't get stunned long enough for them to get out the weapons." He takes another sip of his scotch. " Anyway, we can't simply fear getting somebody's attention and stay out of any tournament with someone we're not familiar with. We need to fight for our right to party." He's slipped from cheerful drunk into borderline autistic drunk. " But besides the dark and shadowy figures, who else are we going to have to smack for this tournament?" he asks, curious as he takes a seat, appreciating the music.