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Eiichiro: Yrrr undrliinggs wrrrrn’t engghh!
Rin: You look clean and boring.
Bitch Slapper: Heh, no need to get your hands dirty when you got brain. Anyway.
He pulls off a few bills, amounting to… 1200 yen, as he walks towards the student. Eiichiri scoffs in disbelief.
Eiichiro: I wn’t slllll himmmm ttttoo yyyuuu, bsssttrrddd.
The crime lord giggles long and hard.
Bitch Slapper: You don’t seem to have as many neurons as I have, so let me spell it out for you. You can only own that fella because it has a price tag. if it doesn’t have a price tag, then you can’t own it. That means that you can only own it because you are selling it.
The man prize continues to kick and scream as Eiichiro, desperate, looks over at Rin.
Bitch Slapper: You gonna deny it, Rin-chan?
‘Rin-chan’ finally stands- as she pulls off some bills herself; she had gotten into the fray just because she wanted to beat people. The man in the blazer laughs like a maniac.
Bitch Slapper: You want to outbuy me!
Rin: I don’t need to. Jaw Man is free to sell to whoever he wants.
Bitch Slapper: Yes, that is true. So, boy…
The lord of the night takes off his wallet- and makes a fan out of many bills.
Bitch Slapper: …who are you selling to?
Rin: Eiichiro.
One step from the dark side, Eiichiro glances over at Rin, but just barely.
Rin: Think about friendship and stuff. And like trees and a rainbow and shit.
Then Eiichiro hands over the innocent civilian to the yakuza, the sorry dude who at this point is just demanding to know what’s going on by barking like a dog. As if heeding a cue, the obsidian, light-absorbing car comes back; the poor man is slammed into it like a ball at the NBA Finals.
Bitch Slapper: It was a lovely evening, Rin-chan! Almost like a date.
Rin: Pervert.
Bitch Slapper: I’ll be back for my parrot- and you better have it.
The door to the car is sealed shut, sucking in the scream of the man with the price tag. It leaves behind a carpet of grumpy, empty-handed sinners- even its own.
