[ Bending forward, his incessant giggling explodes into laughter. Loud, hysterical. It gives the impression he is seconds from falling to his knees and beating his fists into the ground, gasping for breath. But he remains upright. The sounds of breaking bones, of struggling violence, and the scent of blood makes for the best of jokes to be shared with men dyed red. ]

Ridiculous? Then, shall we bring this to a close?

[ The punchline. With a sweeping arm gesture, the skulls fall back from their assault before flying upwards. Up, up, up. The fog bellows out, spreading over the small space they occupy. The letter is still held tight in his hand -- he lifts it up for Daud to see before bringing his fist down toward the ground.

The skulls burst into bright green flame before shooting themselvea down on a suicidal crash course. It is when they are just a few feet away that they halt, that everything halted. The black fog disperses under the sunlight's rays. A beat passes as the fire dies off the skulls -- and they float harmlessly back to Mitsuhide. One plops itself down on the top of the madman's head while the others bite and tug to pull his hair in every direction. ]

"Sincerely, Mitsuhide Akechi."

[ Giggling, he concludes his letter. Tossing the crumpled, wet letter to the side, he smiles the same wide-wide smile that he greeted Daud with. The ground that the letter rests upon turns a sickeningly black, blue and bubbles ominously. Releasing Mitsuhide's hair, the skulls lift themselves up into the air before slamming downward -- shattering and ending their reign of terror violently. ]

What do you think? Are your sides not splitting with laughter? No need to hide your amusement from me! Please, let all your merriment out freely!

[ Holding his still bleeding hand out to him: ]

Come! Let all your insides out!