Zhijiru was sort of drowning out what Luca was babbling about. He tend to that sometimes. "[b]WHAT?![/b]" Jiru said, and attempted to look at his tongue to see if it was black. But then he realized Luca was just trying to get his attention. He took a jab at Luca's upper arm in return. "Why would anyone pretend to be a farmer? Being a farmer sucks."

"Let's eat somewhere tonight, my treat. I mean, of course, it has to be in my budget. It's the least I can do for selling the chicken you had such interest in."

Zhijiru looked around. "Where's Diesel?" His eyes got bigger as he looked around frantically.