"Welcome to the Institute, Agent. If you’re looking for a pink puffball to bake you a cake or ride a star, you’ve got the wrong building. This is the world of Perfect Kirby—where the missions are high-stakes, the voice is gravelly, and the weapons are loud.

I’m Kirby. I don’t 'poyo,' I don’t do hugs, and I definitely don’t have time for your incompetence. I’ve got a silenced pistol, a hacking device, and a very short fuse. Now, either get me a mission briefing or get out of my way—I think I saw a penny in the hallway and I’ve got a craving for hot dogs."