Takeo turned around, unable to stay nonchalant, but at least making himself look the other way, taking a moment to claw at his face and look heavenwards in defiant, vicious anger.

He then turned around and decided to go for broke. "Alright, I'm going after you tell me what PRLRBRBBRL--"

Takeo covered his mouth, staring wide eyed at his hand. It was as if the universe played a terrible joke on him and got him tongue tied. After a moment of blushing, he looked up at Daisuke. "I'm sorry. It's a congenital disease. Chronic flatulenceonomatopoeiafication."