Gimmie a sec to talk before you start barkin', Keita!

[ Resentment isn't his thing, but Ryuji is a wee bit annoyed at how many people lump him in with real punks like Keita. That's not his motivation behind... this, he swears, and had nothing to do with him researching meditation and hypnosis techniques.

What he came up with isn't exactly elegant, but he got some inside information from that big guy in the hat and the dweeb in the scarf, so he suspects what he's got planned will work on one of the school's real thugs.

All he has to do is put this dumbass megaphone he cobbled together out of metal and wires and... a megaphone. And some other stuff. Then he can tell Keita to tell everyone that Ryuji and him aren't buds. They just walk the same road home and hang out near each other on the roof at lunch and live in the same building. It's all coincidence.

So Ryuji takes out the microphone straight off the bat, and gets started. ]

Shut the door, and forget how to leave. Actually, leavin' doesn't even occur to you anymore.