“I’d like to do the worst thing imaginable,” she started off, staring into the empty air in front of her. Imagining that Bill was there vividly before continuing.
“If I could, I’d strip out his powers and render him helpless. He won’t feel so tall anymore if he’s standing 2 feet below me, looking UP to me for a change. I won’t mind if he’s still an immortal being, I’d have an eternity to figure out what causes the MOST pain for him to bear, and it’s not just physical ones either. No. That would get old, too fast. Plus he’s a stupid, flat triangle. No bones to break and everything. If it was possible I’d pour molten lava into his cornea and relish the moment that he’d scream in agony. And I’d tear off his hat, and put it through the paper shredder or something. I’d make him wear pants. And he’d have to suffer through trying every single pants in store, only to find that there’s no right size for him. Or if it does, then they’d have fake pockets each time.”

Aku wouldn’t miss this for the world.
“YESSS! TEAR OUT HIS EYE. MAKE HIM WEAR CLOTHES FOR BABIES!”

















