"Hey Zura, what're you doing?" Gintoki asked.
"Not Zura, it's Katsura!" The terrorist exclaimed as he threw a piece of wood in the natural-perms head.
"And we're making a bonfire"
Gintoki rubbed his head where a bump started to form. "Sheesh, you didn't have to hit me. PMS"
"I'm not a girl, Gintoki"
"Sure looks like one." Gintoki muttered, earning a glare from the long-haired terrorist.
"If you're not helping, then go away"
"Okay, okay, I'll help. What should I do"
Katsura pointed to a pile of chopped wood and said;
"Help carry it to over there." He motioned with his head on a big pile of different wooden things, and a few bakufu-flags.
Takasugi sat near it, one hand outstretched to the bonfire, his smoking-pipe stuck inside the pile.
Katsura threw the wood on it and grabbed Takasugis pipe.
"Don't try to set it on fire now. It'll glow better tonight"
"Does it matter"
"Yes"
"But it'll get fried later anyway"
"Shut up and help. That goes for you too Sakamoto."
OWARI