Correct! Judge, jury, and formerly executioner, aren't you? But a lovely choice for them all.

[Is this an audition, or is this an assisted suicide? Wataru leaves that up for debate. As long as he can keep throwing Eichi curveballs, he'll be fine, he thinks. As long as Eichi never sees him sweat.]

Won't you have a seat in the chair I've prepared for you? [He gestures to one on the far side of the room.] And I can begin with whichever routine you'd like.