Jigoku-cho Network

[ A poor underling is being forced to hold the phone for this as Toraguma appears to be in his tailor's shop, being fitted for a new suit. There's a cigar in his mouth, but no one is going to say anything to him about getting smoke near the fabric. He looks at the camera through the mirror, grumbling. ]

As much as I don't like admitting it, that masked weirdo who somehow ain't dead is right.

I appreciate the enthusiasm my boys have shown lately, but it might be more productive to blow off steam in a way that ain't causing property damage. I guess.

[ The tailor approaches him with a jacket, slipping it over his broad shoulders and making little marks with a white marker. Toraguma proceeds ]

But that doesn't mean our pride isn't still on the line!

[ That poor tailor gets shoved aside, stumbling back and crashing into a rack of dress shirts. Toraguma turns full to the camera and points ]

If there's volleyball, you're winning!

If there's shoulder chicken, you're winning!

If there's surfing, you're winning!

If there's a drinking contest, you're winning!

You got that?! I don't want to see a single one of you show those bastards a hint of the other cheek! We're gonna show them how the Shuten Clan likes to party, and if they're too weak to handle it, that's their problem!

[ And then he bursts out laughing, taking out his cigar and stuffing it into an ashtray placed on a nearby stool ]

BWAAA HA HA HA HA! That's right! We're gonna kick this party's ass!

[ The tailor sighs, stepping right back into place and going back to their work, having recovered ]

Oh, and one more thing, I expect you all to look good, too. If you ain't got a bathing suit, we'll provide you one.

[ Just hope you don't mind tiger stipes speedos... ]