The next person on my list was Sango, who entered the room with her civilian clothing on. I decided I'd play a joke on her...

Me: "So where did you get your license?"

Sango: "Demon slayers don't need licenses."

Me: "I wasn't talking about demon slaying."

Sango: "What were you talking about?"

Me: "Your Snickers whore license."

Sango: "I don't have a... Oh wait I do, I got it from Baylor."

I just about fell on the floor, my joke actually applied to her life. What a coincidence.

Me: "Snickers Next question, why Miroku?"

Sango: "He likes women who have been 'stretched out'. He really is a great guy."

Me: "What makes him great?"

Sango: "You really have to have sex with him to understand."

Me: "Then you should tell me."

Sango: "You've 'crossed paths' with Miroku?"

Me: "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

Sango: "You're gay?!?!?"

Me: "I'm not gay... I...um...uh.."

(Long winded lie from me about the relationship I have with Miroku)

Sango: "Oh, well that completely clears that up."

Me: "Well, going back to what you said earlier, how were you 'stretched out'?"

Sango: "Well, as a child my father gambled a lot after he left my mom. He wasn't very good, and I was bet at times. He told me I was a 'gift' to his friend for the night." A tear welled in her eye.

"All those nights of physically belonging to someone else, I got used to it. Eventually, the only time I felt good was in bed..."

Me: "That may be the saddest story of a childhood I've ever heard! sniff"

I put away my copy of 'Lassie".

Me: "What were you saying?"

Sango: "You know what? Screw this and your you son of a !!! Just it all!!!" (Her language was so bad during the next few minutes that even as she said it, it was being censored.)

Me: "(Scarred for life)"