One Sunday afternoon, Ren was writing, in beautiful Chinese calligraphy, a letter to Jun, which he planned to mail later that day.

Horohoro looked over his shoulder. "What does it say?" he inquired, since he obviously couldn't read or speak Chinese.

"It says: Dear Jun, I hate Horohoro. Get me out of this hell hole and take me home ASAP," Ren replied. When in truth, it was a sentimental letter full of homesick complaints. How cute.

Horohoro's eyes lit up. "Ren! Teach me Chinese!"

Ren glared. "No way. Someone as stupid as you would never be able to learn it."

"Please? Just teach me one sentence."

Ren sighed. "Fine, Ainu baka."

Horohoro cheered. "Teach me how to say I am pwn-some!"

Ren twitched. He then said, slowly and clearly, "Wou shi ge bai-chi."

Horohoro repeated after him. "Wou she gah bai-chir."

Ren shook his head. "You've got the accents all wrong, say it again."

"Yosh!" Horohoro agreed. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Wou shi ge bai-chi." That time, he said it correctly.

Ren snorted with laughter.

"What!?" Horohoro shrieked. "What's so funny?"

"You're really gullible, Ainu-baka."

"EHHH!?"

(AN: Wou shi ge bai-chi means I am a retard.)