[Hibiki sighs. Nothing is ever simple anymore, it seems. He half expects Ronaldo to pop out of some street corner and tell him Yamato is fucking with his head.]
So... Do you think this isn't really Tokyo? It seems like they just... imitated it.
[Why is everything so confusing.]
Ugh. Numemon.
[It isn't the Numemon that catches Hibiki's attention, though.]
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So... Do you think this isn't really Tokyo? It seems like they just... imitated it.
[Why is everything so confusing.]
Ugh. Numemon.
[It isn't the Numemon that catches Hibiki's attention, though.]
What metal boxes?