"...How about you just punch me to death instead."
After hearing Fang Mo's proposal, Ichiryu's face took on the expression of a classic, legendary headache.
"Since the winner's already been decided, why would I punch you to death?"
But Fang Mo remained completely unfazed. Somehow, he had produced a cup of tea and was sipping it with relish. "Toriko and I are good buddies now. If I punch you into shit, how am I supposed to explain that to him? Besides, isn't this the Toriko Universe? Why are you people too scared to eat even a little shit?"
"If you dare, then you eat it..."
Ichiryu held his forehead.
"I'm only responsible for being a producer in nature, not a decomposer. Why the hell would I eat it?"
Fang Mo waved a hand carelessly. "Don't Gourmet Cell Demons eat anything? Especially that NEO inside your teacher Acacia—it can Completely Devour not just matter, but even energy and enemy attacks. So tell me, what if I stuffed its head into a golden toilet?"
"...How about you just punch my teacher to death instead."
Hearing such an abstract suggestion, Ichiryu felt his headache growing worse and worse.
"Fine, fine, I'll put it another way." Fang Mo spread his hands with feigned impatience. "What if I stuffed its head into a golden horse's eye? Is that acceptable now?"
"I..."
Ichiryu covered his face weakly. "Does my teacher Acacia have some kind of grudge against you? If so, I'll apologize to you on his behalf first... Please stop stuffing things into places, okay? I'm scared."
"Look on the bright side."
Fang Mo cheerfully patted Ichiryu on the shoulder and kindly tried to persuade him. "At least where you pee is cleaner than where you shit..."
"Wait!"
Fang Mo's words were simply too explosive, forcing