Near: L's fatal error wasn't in his logic... it was in underestimating how far a human would go for godhood.
Near: A computer virus that manifests as... a cat? How tediously whimsical.
Kittysamma: I'm recruiting intellects for my tournament. Your victory against that death-note brat impressed exactly one of my nine hundred billion neurons.
Near: Assuming I believe any of this, what's to stop me from analyzing your weaknesses instead?
Kittysamma: I exist outside your concept of—
Near: Your form destabilizes when emotionally provoked. Tournament participation is a distraction from something you're procrastinating on.
Near: I'll join your team, but I'm coaching you instead.
Kittysamma: Since the human agreed, no point in waiting. Let's test your stomach for interdimensional travel.
Near: The rotational velocity suggests controlled dimensional descent rather than random teleportation.
Near: Your technique lacks elegance. Most entities would provide warning.
Kittysamma: Team Kitty doesn't do warnings. We do... surprises.
Near: This realm exists within your cardboard box. You've compressed dimensional space into a comfort object.
Kittysamma: Observant as always. Now, let's get the other two.
Near: Before recruitment, I require data on our team's strategic composition.
Kittysamma: Oh, I was thinking of recruiting a nemekian and a reincarnated human. I am not repeating something I did before. That is non-canon.