[Fuyuhiko shakes his head a little before finally digging into his curry. You just don't get it, Gundam.]

You play too many fucking video games, goddamn... [Or are you into tabletop games, not-friend? Not that it really matters either way.] Real life doesn't work like that. Trust me, if this bitch could just be overpowered with brute strength, you and I wouldn't be sitting here right now. She's been bringing people here for a year now. If it was that easy to beat her, they'dve managed it by now.

But that's not important right now... [Since it's...not like they have any real details to work with. All anybody ever does is say the Fog God is bad news... It's a little frustrating! So Kuzuryuu reaches into one of his jacket pockets and pulls out a small jar, which he slams onto the table next to Gundam's plate. There's some kind of salve inside, though it's nothing readily identifiable.] That cut of yours still givin' you grief?