“Shot right up to the top, eh?”

You’d know that voice anywhere. Metal Bat, or Bad, Rank 15 of the S-Class. You had risen to Rank 18 of the S-Class just last week.

“What? Think you’re too good for me?! Speak, ass-hat!”

You could feel him pointing his bat at the back of your head. Probably in your best interests to give a response, preferably one he likes.