>What you tink you doin ya, talkin trash about me on the net like some kind of big shot, brudda, you don’t even know who you dealin with ya, I’m Wakka, captain of the Besaid Aurochs, twenty-three years of losin straight in the blitzball league, ya, you know what that builds brudda, it builds mental toughness, lung capacity, and the ability to take pain like a Ronso in a thunderstorm ya, I been trainin my whole life in the sphere pool while you sittin around pushin buttons on machina like an Al Bhed tinkerer, ya, I can curve a blitzball around Ifrit’s horn and smack a fiend’s weak point for massive damage underwater without even breakin a sweat brudda, I can hold my breath longer than Sin’s attack cycle ya, I been to Luca, Kilika, the Calm Lands, and back and ain’t nobody ever lived to tell the tale after I hit em with the Besaid special blitzball knuckle shot ya, you tink Al Bhed machina can save you, nah brudda, I dismantle machina with my bare hands while preachin the teachings of Yevon, ya, and don’t even get me started on the airship brudda, I could punt Cid straight across Spira with a single shot and then ask the fayth to dream me a victory dance ya, you step to me you not just facin me, ya, you facin the full wrath of the Aurochs, the legacy of Yevon, the fury of every missed shot in Luca Stadium, brudda, and when I’m done with ya, the only place you goin is the Farplane, ya, where even Lord Jyscal gonna look at you and say ‘yikes brudda,’ you already drowned, ya, the fayth done dreamt your L.
