Be it grass, fruit, or beasts, whatever you eat, you have to live its part.

[He doesn't look any better and he hasn't thrown up or anything, but he sure feels like he's going to.]

Yeah, I'm fine. Must'a been a bad pizza. I'll go yell at the fuckers who made it later.

[He cracks open a can of cheap beer and takes a swig before grinning at Shiraishi.]

So what's up, fucker? Gonna join the revolution? Or're you gonna jus' sit back and wait for someone else to fix this shit?