Notes: Square, not Bunny. Request from a Livejournal community.
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"So zetta pathetic!" Sho grumbled, perched atop his masterpiece. Moments before, the Players for the week had stopped to gawk. They had written it off as a simple pile of rubble.
He clutched his megaphone tightly. "Of course they don't recognize art, ignorant children."
No one in Shibuya understood him. The Reapers questioned him, the Conductor thought he was too much of a free spirit, and the Players didn't respect his power or brilliance.
"You do," he cooed to the megaphone with a crooked smile. "Of course you do. You respect what I tell you to. A zetta wonderful friend."