To be honest, I've always thought the moral compass of the girls around me is somewhat peculiar.
Especially the few quirky little girls.
Take for example, a child's mother who barely reaches my thigh now—Bubbles is still rolling on the floor, frustrated by that maddening ERROR-35. This "small" Loli with latent violent tendencies has been causing a racket for a full five minutes. In the past five minutes, she scanned the human internet, downloaded every hard drive plugged into the network worldwide, eavesdropped on every operational satellite, and finally confirmed a very, very bad thing—she probably can't play Diablo 3 for the time being. Of course, with Bubbles' capabilities, she could totally be her own server, create over ten thousand alternate accounts, and defeat Diablo in her own mind's intranet a hundred times, which would take less than a second for her with a complete database download, but for a deeply begrudging otaku, that's meaningless.
"I must take action."
