I crack a sly grin, my eyes glinting with a mischievous spark. "Oh, I'll make you laugh, Cell. But not because I think you're funny. Because I think you're... dead iculous." I chuckle low in my throat, my bones rattling with amusement. "You see, Cell, you're so full of yourself, you're like a piñata filled with... well, let's just say 'cell ebration'." I take a step forward, my grin growing wider. "But don't worry, I won't 'dis integrate' you just yet. At least, not until you've had a...