Saito and Sanosuke, first fight, dojo. Sarcastic/Modern Language Version
Sano: Aw, they better not be eating hot pots without me, because I'm a brokeass free loader with little self respect and pride!
Saito: Hello, may I interest you in some medicine before I kick your goddamn ass?
Sano: Whoa, I don't even live here, I was just hoping for some free grub. Everyone's stepped out.
Saito: That's a shame. Well, I suppose I can wait here suspiciously for a minute.
Sano: Hey, you've got nice hands, mind if I hold 'em?
Saito: What the fuck?
Sano: Oooo, soft. Hey, a pharmacist shouldn't have blisters from holding a sword!
Saito: Leggo, and they're not blisters, they're calluses, ass. But good call anyways, Sagara Sanosuke.
Sano: (Jumping back like Sagara Taicho just pinched his ass.) What?
Saito: (Pulling sword from back.) I guess I'll just have to leave the Battousai a souvenir. (Licks sword nastily.)
Sano: (Thinking.) What does this guy have to do with Kenshin? Maybe in some sick alternate universe, those two are actually friends? Or maybe lovers? But wait, I think he and I would make a great couple in someone's perverted fantasy! (Shakes head.) All right, let's go, you big hunk of man beef!
(Cut to commercial)
(Back from commercial)
Sano: All right, let's go, you big hunk of man beef!
Saito: You said that already.
Sano: (Hits Saito dead in the face.) Sorry, I got a little carried away.
Saito: (Smiles.)
Sano: (Jumping back like Sagara Taicho pinched his ass again. That Sagara Taicho. Always be grabbing people's asses.) What?
Saito: Your punch don't mean shit. (Flies forward, stabs Sano, breaks hole in wall, breaks sword in Sano's shoulder.) These walls suck ass, as do these lame Western swords. Oh, you're still here? That wound's not fatal, but it's still deep. I should know. I miraculously became a doctor in this episode.
Sano: (Getting up.) Whatever. Your sword's broke, so I figure this fights just begun!
Saito: (Yawning.) Well, you figured wrong!
Sano: Raaaaar!
Saito: (Swats him like a fly, imbeds sword in his shoulder.) Sleep, ya fuckin' homo.
DarkHorse: Woohoo! Took me long enough. You go Saito!
Sano: Aw, they better not be eating hot pots without me, because I'm a brokeass free loader with little self respect and pride!
Saito: Hello, may I interest you in some medicine before I kick your goddamn ass?
Sano: Whoa, I don't even live here, I was just hoping for some free grub. Everyone's stepped out.
Saito: That's a shame. Well, I suppose I can wait here suspiciously for a minute.
Sano: Hey, you've got nice hands, mind if I hold 'em?
Saito: What the fuck?
Sano: Oooo, soft. Hey, a pharmacist shouldn't have blisters from holding a sword!
Saito: Leggo, and they're not blisters, they're calluses, ass. But good call anyways, Sagara Sanosuke.
Sano: (Jumping back like Sagara Taicho just pinched his ass.) What?
Saito: (Pulling sword from back.) I guess I'll just have to leave the Battousai a souvenir. (Licks sword nastily.)
Sano: (Thinking.) What does this guy have to do with Kenshin? Maybe in some sick alternate universe, those two are actually friends? Or maybe lovers? But wait, I think he and I would make a great couple in someone's perverted fantasy! (Shakes head.) All right, let's go, you big hunk of man beef!
(Cut to commercial)
(Back from commercial)
Sano: All right, let's go, you big hunk of man beef!
Saito: You said that already.
Sano: (Hits Saito dead in the face.) Sorry, I got a little carried away.
Saito: (Smiles.)
Sano: (Jumping back like Sagara Taicho pinched his ass again. That Sagara Taicho. Always be grabbing people's asses.) What?
Saito: Your punch don't mean shit. (Flies forward, stabs Sano, breaks hole in wall, breaks sword in Sano's shoulder.) These walls suck ass, as do these lame Western swords. Oh, you're still here? That wound's not fatal, but it's still deep. I should know. I miraculously became a doctor in this episode.
Sano: (Getting up.) Whatever. Your sword's broke, so I figure this fights just begun!
Saito: (Yawning.) Well, you figured wrong!
Sano: Raaaaar!
Saito: (Swats him like a fly, imbeds sword in his shoulder.) Sleep, ya fuckin' homo.
DarkHorse: Woohoo! Took me long enough. You go Saito!
