Kenji, K.T., and Iketani huddle around a greasy table.
(cocky, reverb effect) : "The white of your Eight-Six… it’s just primer for my red of revolution."
(slamming his fist) : "So we un-believe him! We take him to the mountain, blindfold him, and just yell 'DRIFT!' until he stops being a baby!"
: "Dude. Roads don't want things. Tofu shops do. Your dad’s gonna kill you slower than Kyoichi did if you get all philosophical on me."