I really doubt the Entropi give a flying fuck about the mistletoe. And if they thought any of us are happy to be here, they wouldn't have put a wall around the place. ...Anyway, it's a moot point. Old news, irrelevant. After the Indigeo showed up in person to tell me off, I just assume I'm being watched. It doesn't matter. HEY GUESS WHAT, ENTROPI! I'M GOING TO ESCAPE FROM THIS PLACE! ...Oh no! My secret is revealed!

Right, because there's only "good" and "not good", there's no spectrum so there's no point in trying to get an edge. And make no mistake, anyone who tries anything funny with me won't live to regret it.