Gojyo couldn't understand why Sanzo didn't want to taste his cucumber. Muttering about 'inappropriate behaviour' and 'lewd conduct', the monk had taken his newspaper into another room.
"...What cucumber?" was Sanzo's reaction when he saw no vegetables.
"Hold on, it's in my pants," he had replied. That's when Sanzo turned six shades of angry and left. Gojyo was alone to enjoy his cucumber, which wasn't half bad, perhaps. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the crisp, fresh vegetable and took a big bite. To kappas, even half kappas, cucumbers were like chocolate; Sanzo didn't know what he was missing.
