Enemies from an unknown gang surrounded Himeko and Dan Heng. Some even wolf-whistled, shouting at Himeko.
"We've really struck it rich!" the gang leader exclaimed excitedly.
"Yes, we really have struck it rich." Himeko agreed with him.
They had arrived as a crowd, a great, swaggering crowd. When they left, there were only two motorcycles.
Dan Heng had planted everyone else headfirst in the dirt, waiting for them to grow big and strong.
Himeko rode a motorcycle modified by the feral gang members, its tires kicking up dust. Himechi Cat clung to her back, waving the Monomolecular Saw and shouting,
"Let's go! Let's some mysterious Earth language hack them to death!"
"Perhaps we could be a little more elegant."
Himeko tried to teach Himechi Cat what elegance meant.
Himechi Cat changed into a suit, cleared her throat, and enunciated every word perfectly.
"Let's go! Let's some mysterious Earth language hack them to death!"
On Dan Heng's side, Shut Up was driving. It had connected to the motorcycle's port and taken control.
"I never knew you could do so much."
Dan Heng pondered this. He really had never noticed that Shut Up possessed such a skill.
Perhaps it was because there were no motorcycles aboard the train, or even any other vehicles? The only thing remotely resembling one, the snowmobile, had been wrecked by March 7th.
"Haha, of course it's because..."
"Shut up, Shut Up."
"..."
Unable to say what it wanted, the words stuck in its throat. It really had a gag caught in its throat.
Joke explanation: the Chinese words for "gag" and "fishbone" sound the same, and it perfectly fit Shut Up's situation, making this a clever homophonic joke.
Dan Heng kept feeling as though the surroundings had grown a few degrees colder. Puzzled, he glanced at the