The Overlord crossed his arms, still standing (with perfect balance) on that log. He was trying to look badass, and mostly he did, but there was just a hint of pouting at the corner of his blank eyes and the slightly slouch to his posture.

"We were in the middle of something, damn it," he grumbled to himself. A Prinny floated by; he kicked it off into the stratosphere. Still, some part of him kept the Overlord from stomping on over and interfering.