"... uh, you guys, am I in?

You seem to be looking at me and saying something, but it's your fault...

"What the fuck! I'm telling Temei!

It wasn't my fault.

"Garma, if you don't get tired of this, you can't even touch us!

My sigh leaks to the awesome dude.

... You're really only an asshole, there's one in this harbor...

"You're asking! You kid!"

"I didn't ask you at all, you asshole"

I don't even want to hear it.

"I don't need you over here, and I don't have time for Temei and the others. Get lost, asshole."

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I'm gonna make my face bright red and I'm gonna kick it in, dude. But it doesn't hurt or itch for my body, which is fine with holding five tons. But they're gonna hurt pretty bad. Look, it's stuffy.

"Dude, how poor is it to kick one kid and hurt? Are you okay?"

I'll grab a squatting jerk's arm and let him stand gently.

"Yes, I am. So!

Dobon to the sea, out of balance, even retreating away from my hand. I was trying to float plenty and desperately.

"What, you can't even swim on the poor, what's a mafia?

I'll send a mockery to Oyaji's men, but they don't seem to be the same, and they jumped in to help Oyaji.

But I'm desperately trying to float around as plenty as a jerk without helping a jerk.

Two more jumps in for the same result. Why are you two here again... I don't like anything anymore...

"... go..."

I urged you guys to look blue.

"What did you do?

"Oh, you, what are you doing!

"I didn't do anything?

I laughed nicely at Redhead's scream.

"Well, no, you..."

"That asshole is angry on his own, violently sifting and sore on his own, falling into the ocean on his own, drowning on his own, jumping in on his own, drowning on his own again. Hey, is there room for me in there? What did I do? I didn't do anything."

No, I do, but he knows that. Yes, and I'm trying not to let him know. Kekkekkek.

"Assholes destroy themselves at will. Let's go."

Once again, I tried to urge Ne-chan to leave the harbor, and she had a caned, seemingly everywhere, mediocre face and signs, but only her eyes were unusually strong, and Ji-chan stood by the side of the road and looked at me.

... That's a bakemon...

I thought so, no, I felt so. This ji-chan says he's the king of this port...

"What's wrong with you?

He stopped naturally and seemed to stare at me like a good man, and returned to me in Neh's voice.

"Osama. Um, you know what?

I thought maybe the red-haired lady knew - and asked Osama.

"No, I don't. What's wrong with you?

I don't know how much Osama doesn't even notice in those eyes...

I couldn't help this deception, and I was forced to move my feet that seemed to root on the ground.

I stopped in front of Jae-chan for two meters, and all my guts were mobilized and Jae-chan looked right in the eye.

You must have spotted this one's intentions, with a frozen grin on your face.

"... I'm Viberfakfinie. He's just a villager. What do you want?"

"I see. You can't fathom these boys."

Maybe you're talking about the mafia bosses. That's a level that hurts if you judge it by its appearance......

"Whoa, this is so rude. I'm Dazelle. It's just a bunker."

Exactly if you go in there, you lose. Give it back, motherfucker.

"What, I'm not gonna eat it. Hey, I just want to have some tea with you and Mr. Viberfakfinie."

I can't tell you whether or not I have eyes, but I can't give in here - I have intentions. With a provocative grin, I restrain Jae-chan.

"I don't want any unsavory tea."

"Of course, I thought I'd serve a good cup of tea. This way."

I turned my back and walked out.

"You guys go home first. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

"Hey, what the hell! I don't give a shit!

"Sa 'a. I don't know. But you came all the way out here to ask me out, and you'd be Wally to say no."

"That's why I have no idea!

"I don't know yet. It's still poison for you. Osama, please."

I didn't notice that in your eyes, but the air seemed readable and I nodded that I didn't know what to ask.

Hey, you're screaming something, but I don't have time for this right now. This way, Haji-kun. It's the best I can do because it counteracts the temper released from you.

When I got there, it was a little messed up residential area.

Maybe it's the Mafia's mansion town, it's pretty crappy there.

"Hobbyist Wary"

"Not at all. It used to be a city of qualities."

"Good old days? It would have been a golden time for an old man."

I used to shine golden when I was a kid. But every time I get older, it fades away and I start to see the old days close to paranoia.

"Cook. It's like a hundred years of living. I don't know what to say."

"Hate, I've only lived eleven years. How many years have you lived?"

"Well. I forgot when I was over ninety. Damn, he's pretty dead..."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Live long enough to be smoked by young people."

"Kuk. Right. This is how you meet funny things. Look, I'm not here. Where to serve delicious tea."

It was a house entangled in a haze that even witches lived in.

"The old witch stewed something suspicious with a big cunt."

"Don't go too far without hitting it. Well, it's true to serve delicious tea."

I just asked her to come in, and she went into the witch's house and she said, "Grandma Glenn's comfortable moment." I don't know.