The Go-Busters are troublesome, to say the least. Always showing up at the worst possible moment, ruining any fun I might have been about to have.

"Shinjitsuroid!" I call to my newest creation, and it is a beauty, such as these things go. "There," I point with my whole hand, fingers crooked, and grin as the darts spray out towards that worst offender of poor timing, Red Buster.

Of course, the darts are unlikely to have any worthwhile effect on him. He is already incapable of keeping secrets or telling lies.