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Twenty dumplings. No, fifty. Screw that, a hundred: ain't no such thing as too many dumplings. Not when you grow up alone and a little bit pissed off about every damn thing and the only thing you want is a safe place to sleep and food, however you can get it. So back off, tall dark and four-eyed and you too, ya whiney little flat-chested bitch, this food's mine. Fight you for it. Hell, I could kill your sorry asses with just these chopsticks.
(Shit, these are good frickin' dumplings. Guess I could share; there's lots of them. Only then they'll be all ooh Mugen, what kinda bug crawled up YOUR sorry ass that turned you nice all of a sudden? like some pair of mooks and I don't feel like explainin' myself to no one for no damn reason but you know what? I don't give a rat's ass.)
"Hey. Here."
Fuu looks at me like I'm wearin' her pink kimono inside out and Jin? well, that son of a bitch just looks at me over those frickin' glasses and goes hmmm like he's all hot shit, like it actually means anything. But like I said, I don't give a rat's ass 'cause I got food and lots of it. And notice how neither of them hesitates. That Fuu, she eats more'n anyone I know. Crazy little bottomless pit.
But ya know what? These are the best frickin' dumplings I ever ate. I think I'm in love with them.
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