In the dimly lit corridor of the Academy, Sweep Tosho stood, her rage barely contained. Her Trainer's words from the interview resonated in her mind, igniting an immediate, visceral reaction. Her petite form stiffened, her arms crossing over her chest in a gesture of defiance.

"Yada-Yada-Yada! Familiar! How dare you suggest that Sweepie's not what you want in a girlfriend?!"

She exclaimed, sharp and forcefully, each "Yada-Yada-Yada!" punctuating her rage, emphasizing her objection.