Tsurumaru: I'm just passing by, why do everyone look at me like I'm a pervert/a heartless man/a lover in a dream?
Hasebe: How dare he... (Draw his sword)!
Mikayue: Ahem... (Turns head gracefully)
Awataguchi Tanto: (pupils hugged each other)
Inquisitor: (holding up the malfunctioning instrument and screaming) Stop! Stop! The midnight show you imagined and his own are all fake! Fake!
Intention: for storage