Gin Tama

Loincloth-Masked Thief:
[emerging from wooden debris after catching the bait-panties] How naïve. Something like this [he has been blown up by a landmine] cannot defeat me. The perverts, stalkers and virgins all over the world await. Their voices give me strength. Can you hear them? The voices...

[the scene shifts, in succession, to a craftsman surrounded by garage kits of pretty girls, men at an idol meeting, others at a cosplay café, and a crowd at an idol concert]

Voiceover:
Please, loincloth-masked man, give us hope! Fresh nylon, soft silk, stuffy cotton! Anything! Even if we can only get one pair of panties, we'll be able to press on for tomorrow! We will face the future with our heads held up high!

Loincloth-Masked Thief:
Their laments... Can you bastards even hear them?! I cannot be beaten here! The name of the loincloth-masked man is endangered! I must return to them!