[ Seems like it is Akechi's fate to be surrounded by absolute fools, no matter where he goes. ]

The Tribune, as a pro-wrestler? I highly doubt it.

[ It is dry to match his stare, the look of utmost contempt stamped across his features. Honestly, he is dead and at the end of the universe; would it hurt to at least send him some smarter company? ]

At any rate, I'd wager any drink dubbed concussion would be best reserved for the more [ stupid ] adventurous sort. If such is your case, I can promise to offer moral support.

[ Or: go ahead, guinea pig. Entertain him. ]