With an upset face maikeru turned to rhythm. "I may break your machine for being so rude."

"Feel free," she said. "It's beginning to annoy me too." She had long since put her hand on the machine itself, and had her own rather annoying mental conversation with it.

What seemed to be rather comically and random maikeru took out a bat swinging at the device.

Rhythm smiled slightly. "I don't think it likes that," she said. She still had her hand on it, and so she could hear what it was saying.

"You may want to move your hand because it's really not going to like what I"m going to do next." he retorted taking a baseball player's stance when he was at the plate bending his knees looking directly at the device with a grin.

Rhythm withdrew her hand quickly. She knew all too well what damage could be done if she hadn't.

As soon as rhythm removed her hand maikeru swung te bat full force making contact with the device.

As the machine stuttered and started Rhythm looked at it, amused.

Maikeru kept on beating the device bit by bit without ceasing stopping when it was in pieces. "I think I killed him." he said bluntly.

"Well, as long as no one arrests you for murder, I think we're fine." Rhythm spoke dryly.

"Should I try bring it back to life?" he said poking it out of nowhere with a stick.

"I suppose that's depends whether you want it alive." Rhythm said, rather stating the obvious.

"Do you?" he asked curiously.

"I don't know really. I suppose the main thing is whether or not it should or deserves to be alive. In which case, we would judge it by justice, and what crimes it has committed."