Hahaha, motherfucker done got all the fuck tagged up and shit. This is wicked. Like, the megabitchtits, right now, going all the fuck on. I got to take off the bandages today, and it's all motherfucking chill there, so I figure it's all motherfucking cool to show this shit off, yeah? I feel like a reunited lover couple, all fucking up and happy to be seeing each other all the motherfuck again.

[ He grins, wide and fangy, at the camera and lifts his shirt up high. Nevermind the odd anatomy of his abdomen...

( This is now beautifully inked and colored on his chest. )

The skin around it is kinda purple still with healing, but it looks like he's actually been taking good care of it. Amazing. ]


Shit's awesome, yeah? I drew it myself and everything. Thanks for taking me along, bro! This was all up and motherfucking the best idea I've had in a long time!

[ The audio picks up to sounds of a heated scuffle, muffled by what are probably sheets. After a few minutes of what can't be described as anything but undignified yelping and some complaints in a garbed Cantonese-English mix, the struggle seems to end. After a few seconds of breathless panting, Hong Kong's voice complains, ]

I TOLD YOU I'M NOT YOUR TARGET, WHAT'S WIT--

IS THIS A GUNDAM?!

I TOLD YOU, JAPANESE MILITARY TECHNOLOGY MAKES ME NERVOUS!! I TOLD YOU THAT IN THE STRICTEST CONFIDE--

What are you doing?

GET AWAY FROM ME

[ The sound of scuffling returns, as does the screeching. Ultimately, the audio recorder turns off on its own. ]