Aku was beginning to feel as if he was sitting for an interview. An interview which he did not approve.
“If I want a law, I say it is law and my drones enforce it.”
“You had better hope not.”
“I rarely, if ever, consume such products myself.”
“Every product sold in this city is associated with Aku. I have allowed vendors to pay homage to me by putting my name and face on each product they sell to remind all who is the Master of this world.”
Send two names and my muse will say which they’d rather kiss.
“Once again I see no difference! They are the same despicable person!”
Send two names and my muse will say which they’d rather kiss.
“Alysa. I would not kiss anything the Scotsman touched.”
“YOU AREN’T SORRY AT ALL!!”
Send two names and my muse will say which they’d rather kiss.
“HMPH!” Aku grunted uncomfortably. Then he grumbled under his breath, almost inaudibly, “…the Samurai.”
“I may go wherever I please on, off or within this planet. The Pit remains where it is unless I desire it to spread,” the demon explained as he eyed the creature. “You are quite interested in the Pit of Hate, I see. Perhaps I should send you there.”
The Shogun of Sorrow 