>>20960055>Wot's wrong wit me? I'll tell ya wot's wrong >I'm a born loser. Bred from losers. Hundreds a' losers over thousands a' years an' their genes all been distilled inta me, da queen a' da losers>I don't know. Maybe dat ain't it. My heart hurts. An' my detective's instincts are tellin' me it prolly ain't from all da canned spaghetti. Speakin' of... Noire digs around in the pile of dirty laundry and retrieves a half eaten can of Chef Mussolini's spaghetti food product.
>Dat's one mystery solved!>Wanna bite? No? More for me then, I 'sposeNoire downs the rest of the can's contents.
>BLECH! Dat wuz awful. Quick, gimme another one a dem cupcakes ta get da taste outta my mouf Noire happily scarfs down another cupcake.
>Ya know, you should come 'round more often, Kanako. Sure, there might be a door or two closed for ya here at da dojo, but someone's always gonna leave a window open>An' if they don't then I'll jimmy one open myself>Dojo girls gotta stick together, an' you'll always be a dojo girl ta meNoire's face suddenly turns pale.
>Look Kanako, I know you're prolly busy an' all, but I got a big favour ta ask ya... >Will.. you.. take. me. to.. the.. hospital?Noire collapses into a heap at Kanako's feet. A girl's first experience with heartbreak can be very painful, but a girl's first experience with botulism poisoning can be deadly.
