the real food discourse is over whether you like those cordial cherry things or not
The Essence of Yakuza 0
The greasy old yakuza boss chuckles half-heartedly before standing up. “You think just because you beat fifty of my best knife-wielding and gun-toting men, single-handedly, without so much as a scratch on you, that you can beat me, the fourth understudy to the assistant of the patriarch of the fifth-ranked family affiliate of the Tojo Clan? You must be out of your mind.”
In a single flawless motion, he tears off his jacket, undershirt, and tie, revealing that the 45 year old at best man who chain smokes and whose face appears to be constantly melting off has the physique of Bruce Lee. His pompadour and glasses remain immaculate as you grab him by the head and drag his face across every available surface within a ten foot radius.
justin, pls
[*muffled music playing in the background*
griffin (offscreen): it is 5:45 in the morning.]
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