Tsubaki, Yuno, and Yuki were in the living room watching TV and talking about whatever was on their minds.

"So," said Tsubaki, "Kamado's orphanage is doing pretty good."

"Good for her," said Yuno.

"This is fucking bullshit," said Yuki, "We all know that neither of us wants to talk to each other, but there's nothing on TV, so for whatever reason we have to force awkward small talk using whatever random shit we can think of."

"Dude, I was just huffing spray paint by myself when you guys walked in."

"...So, anyway, I heard that John is funding the orphanage."

"The cracker?"

"Huh. Guess the old Nazi fuck has a soft spot for kids. Much like my soft spot for painkillers."

"Where's he from, anyway?"

"I dunno. He's not Japanese, that's all I know."

"I have a serious drug problem, you guys."

"Guess we can ask him."

"Alright. Yo, honky!"

John walked into the room.

"What do you want, Amano?"

"What kind of white are you?"

"I'm Italian."

"...Seriously?"

"Yes. 'Bacchus' is a Roman name. Growing up, I always admired Mussolini. He was a great leader, like Alexander or Caesar. People respected and feared them. When I grew up, I traveled Europe, wishing to walk in the footsteps of these titans. I ended up in Germany, where I became fascinated by Adolf Hitler. I felt it was natural to journey to the third Axis Power, and I moved to Japan. I'll admit, I casually dismissed the Japanese as inferior to whites at first, but then I went to Sakurami City. I felt something different about the people in this city. I felt potential. I was going to create a master race out of the citizens of Sakurami, but that didn't quite work out, as you can see."

"Are you pissed about God replacing you with Mayor Bael?"

"Oh, not at all. If God has decided that the demon would be a better mayor than I, that is his decision. And I'm still the richest man in the city, so I don't really care.

"If you're a Nazi, why're you wearin' a Jew hat?"

"While I dislike the Jewish race, the religion is quite fascinating. And it looks good on me."

Reisuke, having just woken up, walked in the room.

"Hi, big brother!"

"I'm not your brother," said Yuki.

"I'm still gonna call you that. Big sister-

"She's not your sister, either."

"-Can I talk to you about something?"

"Of course, Reisuke," said Yuno.

"Well, last night, I was trying to sleep, but I kept hearing noises coming from the kitchen."

Yuno's face turned red. Tsubaki could barely contain her laughter..

"U-um, noises?"

"Yeah, really loud noises. I couldn't sleep at all."

"Oh, uh...Yuki, you wanna handle this one?"

"Why? I have literally no relation to this 4 year old-"

"I just turned five yesterday."

"I don't remember that."

"That's because Minene laced your weed as revenge for the hair cake," said Tsubaki, "You were in your room freaking out until Yuno calmed you down."

"Oh," said Yuki. He laughed. "I'll never forget that part. Anyway, why do I have to explain it to him?"

"Because you're partially responsible for those noises," said Yuno.

"Christ, alright, I'll tell him. Uh, anyway, Reisuke, if you're scared of monsters in the kitchen-"

"Actually, I was gonna ask you and big sister to stop fucking in the kitchen when I'm trying to sleep."

"...Make us, you little ginger cunt."

"YUKI! We'll, uh, keep it down from now on, Reisuke."

"Thank you, big sister~"

He looked at Tsubaki.

"Hello."

"Hey, kid."

There was an awkward silence until Tsubaki spoke.

"I'm not sorry about letting your parents burn to death. They didn't do jack shit while I was being raped for all those years."

"And I'm not sorry that your life turned out to be shit and you had to resort to drugs to feel any sort of happiness."

"You little shit, I swear I'll fucking feed you to Karyuudo's dogs one day."

Murmur appeared in a cloud of smoke.

"Attention, mortals. God really fucked up today."