Kuja, for a brief moment, looks... quite deranged. "Yes, but why toys of me?! Why dolls?! It's like they're trying to make a point, to mock me, to remind me of everything I've done again by having a mass-produced knockoff make sport of my myriad failings!"
There's a flicker of something in his complexion, a reddish tinge that seems to be creeping into his hair- but then it's gone in the next instant, and Kuja looks... startled. No, shaken.
Without warning, there's the telltale clatter of the iMog slate being dropped onto a table, camera up, and the clatter of hurried footsteps away from the table. Mojito's voice pipes up in the background, concerned. "Eh, Boss? Boss!" There's the rustling of a paw fumbling with the slate, and then the connection ends.