[Thank god they didn't do this in the living room. Atem can't imagine what the neighbors would think.]

Liar! Stubborn bastard! Penalty for four!

[Twelve. This time, they're spaced out slower: one. two. three. four. There's no extra force for the attitude; now isn't the time to increase unpredictably.]

Final round!

[The crop extens forward, lightly touching the center of Ryou's back, between his shoulderblades, a threat and a promise.]

What is the name of the monster who knew you killed those men and ate them, and brought the tape in to be played anyway?