"Look at this mess inside your case. How will you find your utensils in case of an emergency?"

Ryoshu gestured at your attache case somewhat angrily, before letting out an exhale of defeat as she threw her hands up.

"H.U.M.O.R.O.U.S. (How Unanimously, Moronic, Obnoxiously Reprobative and Overly Unbelievable, Shitbrain)"

Grumbling, she hastily arranged all the throwing knives, chains, and your close combat weapon in a neat arrangement.

"Arrange it right. Do you want to have your head lopped off during night patrol? S.A.D. (Such A Disappointment)"