[In front of the small girl, Konata looked at the splashed, gooey remains of her choco-cornet that died in the flower of its youth.]

Rest in peace, lovely choco-cornet. You died too young and unable to be tasted...

[Konata looked up, and-- whoa. Upper. Patricia had nothing on this superheroine. The rumbling of bricks beside her reminded her this was a classic city brawl, after all.]

I want revenge. And a new choco-cornet after this since you took it from me.