They snort at you, "'Misplaced'?  Fancy term for lost, ain' it?"<br/><br/>The one with the writhing mass of snake-like appendages smirks knowingly, clearly speaking with an Osakan accent.  But the huge Oni snorts, "Trying to act tough, are ya now?  This is our turf, you have ta pay the toll, pussy."<br/><br/>Wings snapping loudly the last smiles almost literally ear to ear, long forked tongue touching his own nose as sharp claws sprouts through the skin of his fingertips.  A tail lashes lazily behind him right down with the spade like tip.