How annoying. How was Black Sapphire Cookie supposed to work under these conditions? Do his little "friends" not understand that to be supported, one must be capable?

Fights were unavoidable in the wilderness, and he simply had to make do with the cards he'd been dealt. Cards being him and these imbecile Cookies who call themselves fighters.

"Cut, cut! What a disaster," Black Sapphire leaned on his microphone for support as it hovered beside him. This wasn't at all what was planned; he only agreed to this ridiculous scheme to win, yet here he was, crumbling.

And it wasn't often he lost his composure, giving way for anger to make its grand appearance. He looked quite pissed as he recovered, compared to his usual smooth, charming radio host persona.