Then again, the ramen (soy sauce flavour) is brought in one after the other like harassment. Is this some kind of heavenly punishment? In the meantime, we are sitting at our table narrowly. Anything, with the service because I was late.

Well, no matter how I take it into account, it just seems like harassment. Or maybe he's judging if something deep down makes sense and can creep it out... which makes me feel like such a pain in the ass that I even thought about it.

"Come on, keep up the good work, Marikana"

"Are you serious?

"The jokes are over-infused."