Yugi woke with a start. Hellbroth fuck boiled in his eyes as his hair stuck wildly upwards, a darker magician than even his dark magician dragon rider spellcaster monster card, which suddenly flew into his forlorn hairnest.
"Amazing night!" he barked as steam was issued from beneath his blankets and his socks flew off his feet with the force of kuriboh clusters.
His door blew open. It was his grandpa.
"Yugi!... I've got a surprise for you!...Magician Girl interacted with the spellbinding cynical magic card and drew hell-forcing sublimity in the name of the Pharaoh"!
"Grandpa, GO!" shouted the former teenage conjunction to said spell-bound Pharaoh. The young Muto was the one human in the world who truly felt the bygone lore of a parasitic Egyptian pharaoh's past theocratic beast-battle enmities.
Yugi ran out of the room, pulling on his olden dueldisk and funneling fingernails of anger and music through the hologram-projecting freeway that was strapped to his dancing wrist.