Dr. Maj. Androz S. Koptiosc was a lucky man. He alone in the Retaliation Control Room had survived the initial bombardment of Cliffside. Those rats were going to feel the afterburn that glutting on blood would provide.

Androz: Ah, Director Nicleon, you're in for a poetic end...

At that moment, Dr. Koptiosc became the unluckiest man to ever live. Even as he said his words, he felt three pairs of blood red eyes on his neck. He knew he should've picked someone else as the "Hopes and Dreams" of the test subjects, but the thought of the indecisive firebrand Nicleon being strung between three extremely powerful psycho women was too funny to pass up. Now, he wasn't laughing. After years of intense torture and finally threatening the one thing they loved, he knew he was about to die a very painful death to lovesick monsters of his own creation.

First, Yae slid over to him in her massive gelatinous form, transforming into a horrible shape and leaning down to stare into his eyes with acute rage.

Yae: You won't take him away from me! He's mine! We'll get married and settle down and love happily ever after! I already know he loves me so so much! No No No NOO!

Next, thunderous footsteps made it clear Mikasa was now behind him, sharp metal clacks and shings confirming her intent.

Mikasa: Well, well, well. Quite a reversal of fortune? Nicleon is MINE. He's going to be so fun, so sexy...You've done alot of bad. I won't let you do any more.

Finally, Androz felt a chill go down his spine as Sylvie laid her paralyzing mesh of transparent flesh and nerves on him.

Sylvie: Nicleon is so much better than you'll ever be...he is the future, our savior...he'll fix me, we'll date, oh, I can't let you spoil this. You're bad luck.

And then all three struck.