[Okay, so you date a hot American guy and some things are bound to come up a little wonky in the differences department from time to time. And sometimes you might think that eating cow shit is a delicacy without knowing it's actually made out of cow shit to begin with, so Ryuji's just standing there, staring at a picture of Houston and.]
FORREAL?
[He feels like he's a kid again, mistaking the difference between the creature that moos and the word delicious, and as he ducks out from under Dave's arm, he turns to him and proceeds to blow his lid.]
THAT'S SO GODDAMNED DISGUSTING.
[And immediately, he brings his hand up to his mouth, wincing. For the record, no, no he doesn't eat shit!!! Not that that was ever really brought into question, but he points down to his skateboard with a tablecloth drawn over it, not far from the towels spread out.]
Dude.
DUDE.
I made us a picnic and everything. It's got, like, 4 types of toast. D'you know how effin' long it took to try and tell a replicator about different types of bread!?
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FORREAL?
[He feels like he's a kid again, mistaking the difference between the creature that moos and the word delicious, and as he ducks out from under Dave's arm, he turns to him and proceeds to blow his lid.]
THAT'S SO GODDAMNED DISGUSTING.
[And immediately, he brings his hand up to his mouth, wincing. For the record, no, no he doesn't eat shit!!! Not that that was ever really brought into question, but he points down to his skateboard with a tablecloth drawn over it, not far from the towels spread out.]
Dude.
DUDE.
I made us a picnic and everything. It's got, like, 4 types of toast. D'you know how effin' long it took to try and tell a replicator about different types of bread!?