"You cannot possibly exist!" Kaiba shouted rather annoyed. Even as he walked up and down the desk.

"Being squashed underneath the ass of an angel you thought was hot didn't convince you?" Washu smirked. "I know what you're thinking, and you still think that she had a cute butt."

"It's true," added the man in the black robes.

Kaiba snarled at the man before turning his attention to Washu. "God does not exist. I took metaphysics in college. Conductive reasoning assumes that there is no physical evidence of God that cannot be disproven by..."

"I know what the problem is. You're sexist."

Kaiba groaned. "Don't interrupt me you overgrown coma fantasy! There are countless explanations for the things I've seen on Earth! Technology beyond standard human understanding and..."

"You don't respect me," Washu interrupted again, "because your narrow-minded male brain can't possibly accept that someone more powerful than you is giving you a boner."

Kaiba looked at his pants for a brief second before pulling out his shirt to try and cover his raging woody. He was turning beet red, but quickly resumed prattling.

"The great philosopher..."

Washu had heard enough. With a quick flick of her fingers, Kaiba was knocked right into an enormous pile of papers, feeling a very real jolt of pain that none of the Renassiance-era philosophers he studied could justify. Washu could only shake her head as she looked on.

"Oh ye of little faith...and brain. I offered you redemption, and you can't even accept that the most powerful person in the universe is also the sexiest damn girl you'll ever see."

For once, Kaiba didn't respond. The pain going through his body made complete sure of that.

"I think what you need is a little attitude adjustment."