[It's like one of those days where everything just ends up tails no matter how many times the coin is flipped, but at the end of it, just at the very end of it, there's something worth coming back to, and it's corny as hell, but for Ryuji, it just so happens to be the guy in the middle of the door frame. And that sentiment might be pretty obviously worn like a fine tux right smack dab on Ryuji's face.

Mmmn... hm, how to approach this.]

Oh, y'know. Six hour jerk off sesh on the moon reaaaally does a number on your wrist.

[Jesus fucking christ.]

I kinda got into a fight with a pair of robot arms. And lost. I lost real bad, Dave.

[If he's supposed to be taken seriously, maybe he should worry about the piece or two of ramen lodged straight into his hair that he couldn't even tell was there from its camouflaged state.]

I was... I was so close. [Oh god, he's getting emotional, why is he getting emotional?] I almost had it. The real deal. Ramen. Like. Real, actual, delicious goddamn ramen. And then that thing was like "you know what? You know what, Ryuji? You ain't deserve this good shit. Go back to sufferin'."

Oh, uh. Bein' rude as shit. Sorry, how was your day?