Hey, I give credit where credit's due. And anything that can rock a guitar and fly at the same time while popping like fifteen boners that totally cut all these kids' heads off deserves my respect.
And anyway, you are a narrow-minded fool. My final form makes it obvious that I totally lied about being samurai. Akuma lie about everything and you are a fool for believing me. I enjoy a hearty chuckle at your naivete before eating your flesh that I just roasted with energy beams conjured from the darkest of hells. They make your puny hadoken look like fairy pee.
I don't have a picture of me doing it so here's Lo Pan firing cool green shit.
And that's just with his little pinky wuss fingers. I can do the same thing only my pinky beams are miles wide and much cooler.
That's right, I said it. I am cooler than Lo Pan. And it just doesn't get any cooler than that. You lose.
P.S.: Cloud's a whiny pussy and I can't believe you're tagging him.
P.P.S.: Maybe we (and by we I mean you) should give this up. I'm remembering that wheelchair battle now, and it was so totally cool how after I broke out of your weak little headlock you completely flipped out and threw the sword at the ref's neck, and his head went a hundred feet into the air and got caught by a wicked vampire bat that ate it right then and there. And the sword kept going through about a thousand hippies and make all of them explode. They had to cancel the tournament because all the blood fountains made our wheels spin so we couldn't move and we just shot fireballs at each other but we were so jazzed by all the hippies exploding that we just aimed the fireballs at whatever and blew up Detroit. That was awesome, and though I didn't admit it then I was impressed. I bet if we teamed up we could destroy the President of Outer Space and rule all the galaxies together until I poison your wine. Your funeral will be kick-ass.