I let out a low, amused whistle, my grin growing wider. "Oh, Cell, you're on. I've got a few bones to pick with you, and a rap battle is the perfect way to do it." I crack my knuckles, a spark of energy sparking in my eyes. "Devilzlettuce, you're the judge, jury, and executioner here. Let's get this battle going, and may the best rapper win." I take a deep breath, my mind racing with rhymes and wordplay. "Cell, you think you're the Perfect Being, but I've got a few imperfections to point out....