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It's not everyday you see a man of this caliber... But you and I would be fighting for the same role in our troupe. Buh-bye...
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What's with that form of yours!? I'd say it's really no form at all!
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You've got way too much muscle, mister... I think it's time you go on a diet before even considering the stage.
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Too sweaty. Too loud. Too... sweaty. There's a term you should learn: "wabi-sabi."
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A troupe? Oh, I see... you want me to train you? I suppose it might be good to take on a pupil or three?
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You know, I'm completely in love with your dance, right lil' Carl? Ahh... if only you'd show me what's behind that shell of yours.
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Ahh, what a wonderful dance you've shown me! I suppose I owe that doll of yours some thanks, as well...
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I wasn't expecting you to show up here... Everything's collapsing on itself. Heh heh... guess I shouldn't be fooling around anymore.
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Why don't you take that mask off? An important part of acting is all in the face.
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Now that was a bizarre dance indeed... it's so dangerous, I can't bear witness.
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You're hired! Welcome to the team... I'll see you tomorrow at sunrise!
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You're too stiff! We need to work on that body of yours before we can even talk about dancing. Back to basics!
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So, it all comes tumbling down in the end? Sorry, but I'm really not into tragic stories.
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Ahh, you're so close... the whole world accepts your potential, but you're just too forceful. It's important to loosen up at times, too.
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A performance using ice? It's beautiful... But frankly, I want to see your true dance.
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It's a real shame... you've got the potential to become a real star, but you just need a little more of that... pizazz.
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Can't rely on machines to do a person's job. Not even a shred of elegance... You need to act from the heart!
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I've got a feeling those are going to get in the way, missy... of what would otherwise be a beautiful dance.
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Your body is a woman, but inside is... Ahh, yes I see, I see... Say, why don't you join our troupe? You won't be sorry.
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Looks like you've found your niche, but... those ears, tail and breasts. It'll be hard for me to find a suitable role.
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Mmm... uh-huuh. The more I look at you, the more I can see. You are quite the rare talent, my friend.
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The nerve... destroying the stage is out of the question. I'm afraid I must have you removed. Immediately...
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Don't rush... I suggest you think long and hard about what it is you really want.
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I've got no complaints on the outside, but you've got some issues on the inside, missy. It's really fuzzy and unstable. Really couldn't put you up on the stage.
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You've crossed a line you shouldn't have. If you don't want to just disappear, then... I suggest you sit on the sidelines and stop meddling.
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Don't tell me that's all you've got...? Show me more... everything! I want to see your dance at its best form!
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Tsk tsk tsk... what a waste. It's so much more rewarding if you dance yourself... rather than dancing with a puppet.
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Ahh, finally. The climax! That's your cue to leave the stage... you are only an extra, after all.
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That dynamic movement, I love your style! What do you say...? Come. Join me in our troupe.
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You're taking things waaaay too seriously, dear. You need to loosen up before your whole body becomes stiff.
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Your master's had enough fun for one lifetime, don't you agree? I think your babysitting needs a little bit of work.
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If you don't have a physical form... you really can't dance, can you...?
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You should listen to your heart when you dance more... That'll make it shine, I'm sure!
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Don't overextend yourself. The role of Godslayer was probably too much for you to bear.
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What a tragic dance... Sure, it tugs my strings, but I'd rather not accept it as a performance...
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