[BETRAYAL. HAT THEFT. EVEN THE OCEAN ITSELF WAS UNABLE TO UN-HAT HIM AND YET HERE WE ARE.]

Because it fits my head, don't bend it out of shape or I'll kick your ass!

[But. But. This Polnareff is so much better than the sad and despondent Polnareff of even just a few minutes ago; there are sparks of mischief threaded all through him.]

Yare yare. Should I go get my uniform, too? Next you'll be doing impressions of me.