Because there's nothing like Jigen being way out of character. Well, there's cheese. And ramen. But nothing can top those. Okay, so besides cheese and ramen, there's nothing like Jigen being way out of character. I'm glad I got that cleared up. Otherwise the world would have fallen into utter chaos. o.o Oh noes!

I may have stolen this or thought of it long ago, because it was so familiar when I wrote it. - goes into the Deja Vu sketch -

Love

Lupin opened the door, Goemon standing on the other side. "Hey," Lupin said, allowing the samurai entrance to the hideout. "There's some miso soup on the stove if you're hungry."
"Thank you," Goemon said.
Lupin grabbed his jacket and put it on. "I'm heading out for a bit. Don't wait up for me." He grinned and then left.
Goemon walked over to the stove, lifting the lid off the pot the soup sat in. It smelled good, so he grabbed a bowl.
Jigen sat at the small square table, still as he stared downwards. "Have I ever told you how I feel about you?" he asked.
Goemon glanced back, but continued getting some soup.
"The nights I think about you? How I wish I could have you? Hold you?"
Goemon froze. He was petrified by what he heard. His first thought was to kill. His second was to question. And there weren't many times he bothered with that.
"The shape of your head," Jigen continued. "Your long thin neck. Your slim, perfectly formed body."
Thoughts raced through Goemon's mind. Should he say anything? Should he confront him? He liked Jigen, but only as a friend. And sometimes like a brother. But that was it.
"Sometimes I just think about wrapping my hands around you and bringing your mouth to mine, tasting you and letting you take over my body."
Goemon opened his mouth, ready to say something. But, what could he say? He stood, his back to Jigen, feeling angry, confused and stupid.
"And I bet if you could open up your feelings you'd feel the same about me."
Goemon had had enough, turning quickly to face Jigen.
"Oh, scotch, how I love you," Jigen said as he brought the mouth of the bottle to his and took a long drink.
Goemon stood, his right eye twitching in anger. Setting the soup on the counter, he clenched his sword, yelling as he sliced the table into pieces.
Jigen sat in confusion and fear, eyeing Goemon closely, who had grabbed his soup and was now walking out to the living room.
"What the hell was that about?" the drunk Jigen wondered as he stared down at the chunks of wood at his feet.