I want to SNIFF chino chan. I walk into rabito howsu. Sit down. "Ichi cawfee preezu, chino chan". She nervously brings my coffee over as cocoa san practices latte art or whatever. "Ooops!". That was deliberate. As chino leans over to clean the coffee stain on my crotch, turning beetroot red with embarrassment, I bust out my CQC and tightly grasp her neck in a UFC chokehold triangle lock. SNIIIIIIIIIIIFFFFFFFF