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03/12/09(Thu)15:23 No.28438825  "I LOVE SUSHI!" exclaimed the woman in the thick-rimmed glasses.
"Ah, excellent," Kobayashi thought contentedly to himself, "they are enjoying themselves."
"I
love Japan period," said the middle-aged man in the blue shirt, slight
southern drawl lending a down-home earthiness to his earnest
proclamation.
"Oh my, it is such a joy to have such enthusiastic
customers!" Kobayashi said to himself, beaming with pride at the
delight he had brought to his customers. It was an idyllic day in
Kobayashi's small sushi shop.
But, then things took a turn for the worst.
"J-ROCK!" screeched a greasy-haired delinquent, quite obviously high on something.
"Oh my, someone should be watching over that poor child," Kobayashi thought to himself.
But,
before he could finish that thought, a rotund man burst forth from the
masses, the make-up on his face still smeared across his fleshy visage.
"GIRUGAMESH!" the horrifying painted man exclaims, stabbing the air
vehemtly with one massive, pudgy digit.
"What has begun here is
something terrible," Kobayashi thinks to himself, rooted in place by
equal parts fear, and morbid fascination. |
