23: Isaburo Sasaki
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The dojo is in shambles, and they start repairs by salvaging everything than can be used again, and hauling away the parts that are too damaged to repair.
When Gintoki takes a break, he notices a man with a monocle in a long white coat standing by the gate and texting.
"Hey I've heard great things about this place, but I only see a giant mess here." Isaburo sniffs, and takes out a handkerchief to wipe his nose.
"Well, we had a problem with a spaceship parking in the wrong place."
"Hmm. It looks like trash to me." Isaburo puts his nose in the air. "By the way Gintoki, have you lost your phone? I noticed you haven't been returning my texts." He takes out his phone and starts scrolling through the messages. "Out of the last 67,543 messages I sent you, you only responded to 34 of them."
"That's too many damn messages! How can anyone keep track of that? Besides, right now we have a dojo to repair."
Isaburo leaves without another word. But five minutes later, Gintoki gets a text from him:
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Gin-tan - lol I just stopped at the pastry shop to get some donuts for Nobume. :D lol If you want any txt me back. ttyl - Sabu-chan.
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"Does he think I have nothing to do but text him? I don't want to be his texting buddy!" Gintoki moves to throw the phone away, but it buzzes again with another incoming text:
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Gin-tan - Just txtd all my friends. :) XD :P Said they might b able to hlp out. OMG ttyl. – Sabu-chan