Okay, so listen, Mr. Yokozawa. I like you and all, but… I don't like this setup. Why do you have a recorder? I woulda just written you an autobiography myself if you really wanted to hear my entire life story.
This is fuckin' stupid. My accent? What's wrong with my fuckin' accent? My accent isn't the thing that's making this whole deal fuckin' stupid. I'm not dropping my accent, there's nothing to drop. I'm from Brooklyn. I only lived in Japan a little while with Pops and Dad.
Did you just roll your eyes at me? You're an idiot.
…. Yeah. Whatever. I've gotten that before. I'm my father's kid. Sure. I know that. I get that from basically everyone. … Wait, how does a guy like you know Pops?
No, that is important. Tell me.
Stop laughing. How do you know Masamune Takano?
I'm serious.
No, I'm not acting paranoid!… Fine, fine. Have it your way then. I just wanna get out of this shit office. Get this over with, and I don't really care how you know my dad, anyway. I mean, I have more important things on my mind. Like, do you know how many kids I have?
And Shir got his parents to watch the kids today, but the last time Usagi watched them Max got loose and we spent hours looking for him and Shir nearly flipped his shit and we only found him at the ice cream parlor down the road but he tried to pay in Yen and the guy was Italian, so-
- hey. You asked for my life story. Don't tell me to shut up.
What'd you say? What's the fun of starting from the beginning?
Fine, fine. Maybe I'll get why you know Pops if I do it your way. So, the beginning….
