[ He asks with a glance to the screen, as though he doesn't know, like it means nothing. For Sly Blue, that's justification for his resentment without knowing him. That someone who doesn't even care for the sport would be allowed in- in the final!!

It's enough to fuel his rage. Allows him more control over his body than he can usually take, enough to speak- slowly, low, and voice oddly compelling. ]

If any host had the right to face the champion of this world... it should have been me.

[ The competition was never the point of entering Bout it Out. Winning was never part of their mission. After listening to Aoba talk to the other hosts, Sly Blue knows this. He knows, and he doesn't care. He could've had both. In his mind, he'd have taken down Kun-Kun before the bomb had a chance to go off. ]

I would have d̫͇͔e͕̜̘̻s̤̰͇͎̫̜̮t͕̰̞̯̥͍̺ro̦y̱̥͔̬͚e̖d̠̪̻̼ you both.


[ There's an echo to his voice there. A threat of some kind, stemming from the ugliest jealousy. ]