“All potential suitors must pass rigorous testing and meet the high demands and criteria of Aku. Only then will they be considered worthy of the hand of my daughter.”
In other words RIP in pieces, potential suitors.
“You had better hope not.”
Aku knew he’d have to answer this dreaded question someday. Needless to say, he wasn’t especially eager to reply. Stupid Sinday. Turning away, he folded his arms tightly as if to keep to himself as much as he could.
“I will say only this — I am a shapeshifting master who can take any form, shape or size he desires. That’s all you need to know.”
Remember when his future-self was trying to decide on a weapon to kill Jack with? It was that simple.
“…”
“I hate it.”
“I commit sins each day of the week. I see no reason to dedicate any particular occasion as a Day of Sins.”
Though it was only a question, Aku reacted as if he’d been attacked and mortally wounded by the gravest of insults. Furious, he snarled incomprehensibly before spitting out an answer as if his tongue was laced with bitter poison.
“I do not! I detest that human and I will not tolerate the mere existence of such an absurd notion!”
“I am NOT a grandpa pa. Get out of here.”
“I did not crush him. I merely crumpled him a bit, then transported him to the Pit of Hate to serve out his punishment.”
The Shogun of Sorrow 