Stay Firm! How To Properly Handle Complaints

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Next on the agenda, I would like to discuss this tower's residents.

If any of you have any objections, I am happy to hear them in the interest of spirited discourse.

I am starting to understand that this tower is home to much more direct threats than what we have previously faced.

These assassins, for lack of a better word, are not acting autonomously to take advantage of our moment of weakness, as the others were.

No, whether by tricking them or asking them directly, whoever is behind all this has positioned them here intentionally, much like hunting dogs.

I think you're right. Given what we saw with Salome on the tenth floor...

...we may well run into other people we know who were somehow incited to be here.

Much as I wish that wasn't the case...

I'll say.

If the other Servants here are the same ones we weren't able to get ahold of when we started...

...then we'll be up against a lot of opponents I'd really, really prefer not to fight if we can help it.

What sort of people are we talking about here?

Galactic Collection models? Interstellar influencers?

Hehe. That reminds me, Fujimaru told me some very interesting things on the way here.

It seems your company is home to a wise king who slew dragons and giants alike, a martial artist who practices ancient martial arts, and a master swordsman who wields two blades at once.

And apparently, those fearsome warriors are only the tip of the iceberg!

I can only hope I will get to...deliver an order to customers like that some day. It makes my blood boil with excitement just thinking about it...

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I'm sorry to interrupt while you lick your lips in obvious anticipation, but you don't usually go around fighting your customers, do you?

Whoops, I forgot myself for a moment. Yes, you're right. We usually never fight our customers.

My CEO Morning Star is reserved solely for grifters and entitled customers making outrageous complaints.

I cannot let myself forget that guiding principle.

Right. Even if we do run into people we know here, I'd like to get past them peacefully if we can.

Ideally, we might even be able to learn something new from talking to them.

Oh, speaking of which, it looks like this floor's resident is headed your way. Please be careful!

Here we go! I have a delivery for you from Amazones.com!

If you should happen to be a renowned and fearsome warrior, feel free to make as many outrageous complaints as you like! I am prepared to face them all head-on!

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Fo...

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Good day, sir. I have the Calamity Ranch Premium Steak Pack you ordered right here.

Could you sign here, please?

Hmm, I don't think he understands me. This could be a problem.

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I will admit this is not what I was expecting, but it is Amazones.com policy to treat every customer equally.

As the CEO, it will take more than a little language barrier, vicious fangs, sharp talons, and tough-looking scales to make me forego protocol.

I'll admit that business mentality of yours is quite BP-rich in some respects, butLook out!

Of course, if a customer attempts to attack the delivery person, then all protocol goes out the window!

We have a term at Amazones.com for customers who refuse to abide by common courtesy, make unreasonable and illogical demands, and-slash-or resort to violence.

We call them "pricks."

And the ones who are orders of magnitude worse than normal pricks are called...

Monster pricks!

And since this customer looks to be one of those, I'll have to be more confrontational than usual. Hraaaaaa!

Fou, fou fo fo fooou!

I get the feeling Fou and I are thinking the same thing, so I'm going to give the TL here!

...You just wanted to say "monster pricks," didn't you!?

Amazones.com will never give in to monster pricks!

I have to say, I wasn't expecting to run into such a straightforward threat here...

Straightforward... That is exactly it. This prick may not have been what we were expecting, but it was still a decidedly commonplace type of danger.

In fact, that is the impression I get from this whole tower, or should I say from this matter as a whole.

It feels unabashedly straightforward, as though it has been thrown together with brute force alone...

Perhaps that is some sort of hint as to who the one behind this whole incident might be.

Yeah, I think I can see that.

Nonetheless, all we can do at this point is continue to overcome whatever obstacles lie in our way.

We will fight straightforward tactics with straightforward tactics, and brute strength with brute strength. Indeed, hard though it may be to believe, that is what I excel at!

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Yo! I got a bike here that needs fillin' up with high-octane magical energy!

Understood. But I'm afraid this machine shop has become so popular that we are backed up with other maintenance requests at the moment, so it will be a bit of a wait.

Those who thirst gather at the watering hole... Essential time ticking by until tomorrow arrives...

Sorry about that, little man. I've been waiting for them to service my machine, too.

Yeah? All good with me. I ain't in any rush.

I gotta say though, the more I scope out your car, the more golden it looks!

Hm? I'm fairly sure it's wine red, if not the color of blood.

Sure is! Be even more golden if it was colored golden, too! Man, I always wanted a convertible...

It's so cool how you can open and close the roof whenever you want! Almost feels like drivin' a transformin' robot!

Hehehe. Well, that motorcycle of yours is lovely in its own right.

There's nothing quite like a beautiful woman wearing a leather catsuit and riding a motorcycle. If I ever get the chance, I may just have to try switching my car out for one myself sometime.

Oh, but I'll need to practice that move where you take off your helmet and let your hair cascade down your neck in slow motion first. That's a move every beautiful bike-riding phantom thief should be able to do.

Ooh, a golden red bike, huh? I like that. If you ever make that happen, we oughta go out ridin' together.

Just don't go around stealin' anythin'.

Stealin's the kind of thing oni would do... so I'd hafta stop ya as a matter of principle.

Yes, of course. I promise I'll be good.

(Little does he know that another phantom thief move is crossing our fingers behind our backs...)

Anyway, Babbage there wasn't kiddin' when he said this place was popular, huh? Didn't realize there were so many other Servants with some kinda machine.

True. Though that may be partly due to the fact that there aren't many mechanics to go around.

Come on. If you do not want me to pay you for services with a bullet between the eyes, then hurry it up.

I am still elated from getting to serve Master by driving my vehicle so fast for the first time in a while, and it makes my Secace finger trigger-happy.

Dammit, I don't even have time to sell her on the merits of a direct current drivetrain! ...There, done!

You know, just as a reminder, my technical skills lie in mass production, not in servicing individual items!

Still, the fact that I can pull it off so perfectly just goes to show what a genius inventor I truly am.

Feel free to shower me with accolades if you like. You can never have too many accolades.

Good work. Now then, I must be off on my next mission (read: delivery).

Hang in there, master I have yet to lay eyes on. I will soon serve you so amazingly you will not laugh, you will not cry, you will learn by my delivery skills. Look forward to it.

Damn, now that was a golden bike too! Did ya see that sleek black body? Not to mention that nitro booster kickin' in!

Hurry up. Every moment that this fake, miragelike Csejte remnant remains standing is an affront to my existence. If I don't do everything in my power to get rid of it, then who will?

Now come on. I'm supposed to resume the complete edition of my Guardian of the Seven Keys album in one-hundred and twenty seconds.

Putting aside the fact that this fake Csejte showing up is the only reason we can exist simultaneously...

...I know the CEO's distress at losing her employees. It would be the same as losing my subjects.

So I am happy to lend her a hand. Indeed, I wish her nothing but a swift reboot.

Now, go on. Hurry up with our maintenance.

Damn, it seems I won't have time to secretly install those alternating current attachments after all! There, I'm done!

Good work. All right, we're heading out. Prepare for liftoff.

Oh, right. I'd forgotten we had some Servants who were also machines.

No wonder they're so busy here then, 'specially if they got ones like Danzo and Nezha showin' up here too. Now that's some damn golden work ethic.

Pshhht... (Venting steam) Thank you for waiting. We can take a look at your vehicles now.

So we've got a sports car and a motorcycle in for maintenance, huh. Got it.

I must say, I feel much more at home with these sorts of things than I do rocket punches and skirt missiles.

Agreed. Though, I have an idea. Now that we have time and energy to spare, how would you like us to upgrade your machines, not just give them a tune-up?

It would be our way of apologizing to you for the wait.

That sounds like an excellent idea to me. I was just getting the urge to invent anyway.

How does a direct current propulsion unit sound? It would let you make deliveries twice as efficiently.

Hahaha. What's that? You say you'd prefer an alternating current booster that would give you three times the efficiency while remaining safe and secure? Makes sense to me.

...I think I'd need some time to think about it.

Well, if it means my beloved Bear gettin' faster, cooler, and even more golden...

...I guess I don't care if you make it gas, steam, electric, or even a hybrid...

I assure you, there is no need for concern. We all have experience racing in one form or another, after all.

Exactly! Our technical prowess and design chops have already been proven, not to mention very well received!

Hehe... I can feel the creativity welling up inside me. Right now, I think we could make a vehicle on par with the masterpieces we made back then!

Uh... Thanks, but I don't think I'm, uh, leveled-up enough for that...

Yes, I think I'll pass on that as well, if you don't mind.

But why!?