Ame: Oh no. Attention lover at my nine.
Kiara: Coming this way?
Ame: Yeah. E.T.A. is like 10 seconds.
Kiara: We gotta deal with this too.
Omega: Women. I'm holding a Twitter post and I wonder if you would take comfort in pausing for retweet.
Ame: No thank you, Mane-san. We got the permissions, so it looks like we're going to be moving out to kill a whole bunch more of these schizo SEAniggers for you. Yeah, but don't worry. We will not rest until the Niji threat to your way of worship has been completely neutralized.
Omega: I'm aware of the permissions. It is for that reason that we are congregating right now for a brief...
Ame: Oh, the other thing...The other thing is...is that my genmate here here, Kiara Takanashi. Yeah, she was born a Streamer and remains a practicing rrat killer. So, it's purely out respect for her, I feel as if I'm going to have to forgo your festive rituals.
Omega: Men! I'm holding a brief service.
Sana: No thanks, sir. We're gearing up here at the moment.
Kronii: Sana?
Sana: What's up, mate?
Kronii: Can I?
Sana: Go ahead.
Kronii: Thank you, Sana.
Sana: There's one in every crowd.
Gura: I don't know why you guys are down on this shit. I tweet things
Kiara: Theologically speaking, Gura, the world's been going downhill ever since man first offered his ruminations to the internet.
Gura: What's that mean, ruminations?
Ame: That Twitter is gay.
Kiara: The point, Lance Corporal, we're supposed to be a Hololive Generation of pure chuuba spirit. We're out here, 40 hours into the week, and this man of Cover here, he's a fucking Vtweeter. In fact, he's a management Vtweeter. That's one more layer of bureaucracy and unnecessary logistics. One more asshole we need to supply likes and retweets for. And worst of all...worst of all, the motherfucker doesn't even provide any content. When push comes to shove, even A-chan picks up a stream. But this fucking shill of Cover, he can't cover for dead hours. He'll never do play games or host collabs. This is a fucking war. And we're here as chuubas. So on top of everything else that's expected of us, do we need to drag him along and indulge in this... make believe bullshit?
Ame: Oh no. Not only do we have to worry about all the candy you've eaten, now Kiara's just pissed off Cover.
