Lion Head Mesa (ap) I wish you nothing but the gentle kiss of yellow piss.

It wasn't until the boorish man had been tossed out of the party that Sakai thought about what had just happened. What sort of example had been set by Akashingo, by the mazoi. It was a relentless show of force that had cruelly outnumbered an inebriated man. His insides shriveled but Sakai held a firm stature, looking down upon the heap of a once boastful brute with a vacant expression. He would simply have more berries, the thought begrudgingly dragged his paws back to the party.