Zetsumi? He was dead years ago. What you saw was merely a residual imprint of that which he was.
What you see now is flesh and blood, that which he has become.
Internet? It may yet be a possibility. I tire of my so-called father's bullshit. And long for the oppertunity to get under his skin. Prefferably with something sharp. Thus perhaps I'll move back home sometime soon.
Strip clubs? You see more on the internet for free and it dosn't smell like dried semen when it sits in your lap.
New character? Oh, that thing. I must change that. That bio was terrible. Working on the true one.