[ Gintoki goes to take a sip of his milk, and that's when it hits him. It's December, and it's cold, which means...
She wants a fucking Christmas present.
He almost chokes on the milk, but manages to get it down, and reaches for the puke-colored rice, and shovels some into his mouth. ]
Why would you give your eggs to Santa, hah? [ Asked through a mouthful of food, chewing with his mouth open in the rudest way possible. ] You don't have some sort of old man fetish do you?
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She wants a fucking Christmas present.
He almost chokes on the milk, but manages to get it down, and reaches for the puke-colored rice, and shovels some into his mouth. ]
Why would you give your eggs to Santa, hah? [ Asked through a mouthful of food, chewing with his mouth open in the rudest way possible. ] You don't have some sort of old man fetish do you?