>>49314641I was there: tripping hard and about to unload my grandpa's WW2 Nambo on the suits, some rare prize as a captain for his genius occupation of Nanking. How convenient, he killed chinks so I got to live and be unoccupied. That was when F-U-C-K-I-N-G Ishihara comes back in the room, sweating like a white piggu because he knew I was a crazy motherfucker and had a loaded gun under my couch when I noseblasted. He starts getting on his knees, literally kissing their shoes so the Mitsubishi suits gave us two more weeks. I asked Ishihara if he was gonna suck their dicks too "good measure", but I had to stop when he signaled to me that "he would do anything for the money."
That's Ishihara for you. A professional gambler, never worked a day in his life, just crashed in bed, did drugs and woke up the next day to gamble more. Fucker would do anything for money, we called him JJ Ishihara, JJ standing for "Japanese Jew".
At that point, seeing some cokehead having a meltdown and vomiting and crying on their feet, Iwata and and his dog Tajiri say "Fuck it." Turns out they were there to bring the disc with the full game to Mitsubishi. We had barely 10 minutes of the game done.
That's when the suit looks at me, blasts a cigar and breathes all over my face, saying, "For much smaller insult I had Yakuza killing slobs in the train station. Call yourself lucky, kid. My boy and I will have to lock ourselves here and fix this dumpsterfire in twelve days."
I just tell him to go fuck himself and go take a shit.
For days we had to share the condo with those fuckers doing what Nintendo (it was not Mitsubishi, it was Nintendo, I remember now) ordered them to. I couldn't give a fuck, it was baseball season, so Ishihara and I just crashed on the couch, took weed and watched sports while the suit and his Tokyo pet made our game for us.
I didn't know the nightmare I was inviting to my own life.
