[Of course, some had a very educated idea of who might be found at the epicenter of such wanton, pointless destruction, and the reaper just now arriving on the scene by way of a flying skateboard (presently skimming the ground at a mere half-foot) is entirely unsurprised to see him.

Black☆Star, please, it's taking a not inconsiderable amount of willpower to not give him the rough side of his tongue for his recklessness. Standing there atop Beelzebub, hands neatly tucked into his pockets, the reaper comes to a halt at the edge of the crater, regarding coolly the shattered pavement.]

Black☆Star.

[Stay cool, Kid. It's just Black☆Star making a nuisance of himself.







...Yeah, no, not happening.]

Look at what you've done. You managed to find the only street that remained perfectly level in its entire length. Can you comprehend how difficult that is to accomplish in these conditions?

[Beelzebub rattles underfoot as the sole of one shoe stomps down on it, the monochromatically-dressed reaper becoming more animated as his ire piques.]

You've ruined it! I'll bet you haven't even taken the time to dry off before going on a rampage!