Seriously, I’ve already retired to seclusion. All I want is to live in peace until those old geezers kick the bucket. Why do all these weirdos keep showing up at my door? Who’s been spreading the word? They start throwing punches at the slightest provocation. What’s wrong with them?
“You, get over here! This honored one shall grant you the bliss of having ten thousand demons devour your body!”
“And you, six-legged toad! Are you descended from that old toad? As the saying goes, when a friend comes from afar, thrash him a few dozen times and drive him to the side courtyard... Go catch demon bees in the vegetable garden!”
“And you... Hm, you’re a tomboy? You’re quite pretty. Why are you hanging around with this bunch of weirdos? Never mind, never mind. Cook for me!”
