[That sounds exactly like something a bully would say! The tendency to be complicated did not even factor into this equation!.]
With more attention being draw to the fallacies behind this story, it only serves to prove that the writer is hopeless and probably lived at home with their mother long past when was appropriate for his or her age! Stand in the corner and think about what you've done.[The writer was never going to get a break again, as far as Gintoki was concerned.]
Even when faced with such things, you'd rather be a demon! Oi. Too scary. If someone finds sugar around here, please give it to this man. Well some of it. I am willing to share. Most of it should be brought to me though. Even Hell has to have some form of sugar. I refused to believe anywhere has a brazen lack of sugar.
And if you find random berries and don't want to eat them, this man is offering to test them. He is clearly trained. He doesn't even fear demons! So if you're a coward, send them his way. You, give them your coordinates to make the process easier.
[Though the other man was fumbling with the denial of just who Gintoki was, the same could not be said for the samurai. The white-haired man was far too distracted with his ramblings to truly focus on the all-too-familiar speech pattern being displayed on his screen.]
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With more attention being draw to the fallacies behind this story, it only serves to prove that the writer is hopeless and probably lived at home with their mother long past when was appropriate for his or her age! Stand in the corner and think about what you've done.[The writer was never going to get a break again, as far as Gintoki was concerned.]
Even when faced with such things, you'd rather be a demon! Oi. Too scary. If someone finds sugar around here, please give it to this man. Well some of it. I am willing to share. Most of it should be brought to me though. Even Hell has to have some form of sugar. I refused to believe anywhere has a brazen lack of sugar.
And if you find random berries and don't want to eat them, this man is offering to test them. He is clearly trained. He doesn't even fear demons! So if you're a coward, send them his way. You, give them your coordinates to make the process easier.
[Though the other man was fumbling with the denial of just who Gintoki was, the same could not be said for the samurai. The white-haired man was far too distracted with his ramblings to truly focus on the all-too-familiar speech pattern being displayed on his screen.]