>>20834981>[Kanako doesn't get far before a boom voice speaks English (?), and who should appear but Sheila Foster.]"Oi, nah, g'day K'nacks. Saw ya's was about a foight Milfo 'n' Oi wann'ed ta tell ya good luck. Shoulda been moy out dere, but... hey, Milfo foights who Milfo wants, Oi guess. Fought Oi was too late ta get ta ya, but Oi guess Oi got lucky ya sistah got ta her, hey? Guess smashin' cunts from ba-hoynd runs in ya family, mate?"
"Ah, shit. Nah, look, no hard feelin's 'bout da whole 'War Games' fing, yeah? Oi ain't got nuffin' against youse or Reino of whatevah. Oi was just helpin' outta... uh, mate, dat youse attacked fah no reason. Now, mate... youse an' me are gonna smash tits ta sort this out..."
>[Sheila arcs up, standing chest to chest with Kanako.]"Oi, but nah, not now, love. Sounds loik youse've got biggah and Kade-ah problem on ya hands. Ya know, mate, da only wunna dem Oi've fought meself on-on-ones was da smorl-est of 'em. So, uh, good fucken luck. Nyeh heh heh."
