Bless you, eternal anime, episodes plentiful, full of leveling-up until opponents fall through the special move. I, mover, large-eyed, bearing teeth, spring to unleash the dogs that are my sword so the yelping can be carried by the scruff of the neck. I, mover, am not stilled by defeats accumulated through my quest, though questioned by the defeated, fearing large red shoes and frill. Bless you, eternal anime, I, mover, am large-eyed, unleashing dogs that are my sword, a special move. I wear red shoes and frill, a fool to the defeated, carrying my enemies by the scruff of their necks to leave at your feet.