Kaiba awoke, not in the bright, overly chipper cloud cover place run by gigantic women, but back in the hospital bed where he belonged. The fear that he had mere moments before was replaced with laughter.

"Respect? To girls? Yeah, that's a good one. Maybe when I buy some strippers for the company retreat. Stupid coma fantasy. Hell, I doubt God is that vulgar anyway."

Unfortunately, when Kaiba attempted to rise from the bed he was in, the young executive found himself held down by several dozen tubes and masks, and more importantly, his body was ravaged with pain, making even the slightest muscle movement a chore.

"You're still alive I see."

Kaiba's mind raced at the deep voice in the room, and noticed a masked man wearing robes that looked all too familiar. The same Egyptian eye that connected all of the gold trinkets that were the preferred fashion accessories of everyone he hated.

"What do you want?" Kaiba mumbled underneath the breath mask.

"Information. You have something that I want, and you're going to give me the information I need."

"Or else what fatass?" Kaiba replied fearlessly.

"Funny you should say that," the masked assailant replied, "since I haven't eaten all day..."