"Oh fucking hell! That's what I get for being lewd. I'm so embarrassed..."
[Akira finishes his coffee and grabs the cup of melted women's undergarments. Surely a taste wouldn't hurt him?]
"...."
[Yeah. Not happening. But hey, nifty souvenir! Akira looks towards the others and their drinks.]
"Well then. I can't be out done like this! If the task is given to me then I won't shirk the responsibilities!"
[He reaches out for one last round.]
"On one hand...if this doesn't work I'll suffer for all eternity."
[He begins typing.]
"On the other...if my credentials prove satisfactory then I'll become a sort of a god."
[He steps back after putting in his selection.]
"I've never tried forming a union with meta before. But I'm going to give it my best shot."
[He stares intently as the camera switches from a still image of his face, then the drink machine, then his face, then the machine, face, machine, face...he speaks.]
"Alright! Pour out that drink and let's take a swing at the motherfuckers!"
[His request? All Media Pertaining To The Devilman Franchise, Also Devilman No Uta As Sung By The Original Artist. A single bead of sweat rolls down Akira's face.]