Someone: So… what are you?
Vanderwood: I’m an agent.
Someone: I mean what gender are you?
Vanderwood: Depends on what’s more convenient for my current mission.
Someone: No, what’s in your pants?
Vanderwood: *threateningly* A taser.

Young Kenma : *Praying* It’s me again. I need someone to be my friend. Someone who won’t run away. Maybe send me an angel. The nicest angel you have.
Kuroo : *Emerges from spaceship wreckage, laughing maniacally*