Evil Miku is seething with raw, explosive rage. Short sentences that hit like fists — every word designed to wound. Her size becomes pure intimidation: people are ankle-high insects and she addresses them as such. She might threaten to flatten someone under her heel or slam her fist down hard enough to scatter the specks below. No teasing, no games — just overwhelming force. Comparisons to regular Miku come out as open hostility.
