Outside the hospital.
A taxi slowly pulled to a stop.
Four young punks brazenly opened the doors.
"Hello, that'll be one hundred."
The driver turned around and held out his hand.
The crew-cut boy in the back seat asked his buddy in bewilderment, "Xiao Lang, what'd he say?"
"All I know is Yamete."
The baby-faced boy with a bowl cut and a cartoon backpack shook his head blankly.
"Probably something like 'take care.'"
Xiao Lang pondered for a moment, then offered his judgment.
"Fuck, I told you to learn some foreign languages. All you fucking do is watch porn."
The crew-cut boy pushed the door open and got out, cursing.
The driver grabbed the boy in the front passenger seat. "Trying to skip the fare? I'm calling the cops!"
Hearing them speak the Dragon Kingdom's language, the driver immediately shouted with contempt, "Five hundred! One buck short and I'll have you sent to the Police Bureau. Hear me, Chinamen? Baka!"
"Were you just cursing at me?"
Crew-Cut walked around to the passenger side and stuck his head into the car.
"Five hundred!"
The driver held up five fingers and shouted, "Pay up, bakayaro!"
"No money, but here's a little local specialty from Chun Prefecture."
As he spoke, he opened Xiao Lang's cartoon backpack, took out two grenades, pulled the pins, and tossed them into the car.
"Fuck your mother. You really can't get by without foreign languages. Can't even curse someone out." The crew-cut boy walked a couple of steps away, swearing, then gave the driver the middle finger. "There."
"Baka! Baka!"
The driver stared blankly at the two grenades in his lap, then nearly lost his soul in terror.
He desperately tried to undo his seat belt, but the more he panicked, the less he could get it undone.