Omae Wa Mou Shindeiru [DISCONTINUED]

73: Insult Simulator

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"Oh, what the hell is that?" Sanemi scrunches his nose up in distaste.

"Genya made me this sandwich." You smile, removing the napkins that covered your sandwich.

"Oh-OH!!" Sanemi stares at you in horror, "You were talking about beating him into submission to make your sandwich?!"

"OKAY WHEN YOU SAY IT OUT LOUD, IT SOUNDS REALLY BAD! BUT IT'S-IT'S NOT WHAT IT SEEMS LIKE!!"

"WHAT KIND OF SICK POWER PLAY WERE YOU TWO-"

"-NU-NU-NU-NU-NO!!" Your face was burning in embarrassment as you frantically waved your arms in the air, "'NEMI!! SANEMI! IT'S A MEME!! I DID IT FOR THE VINE!!!"

"WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!?!"

"COME ON, 'NEMI!!" You incorrectly do the Default Fortnite Dance, "DO IT FOR THE VINE!"

"What the fuck did you just do?"

You cover your sandwich back up so you could save it for later.

"You say 'fuck' a lot," You sigh as you walk out of the kitchen, "Which is so sad because there are so many more things to say in English."

Sanemi rolls his eyes while he follows you, "I don't know any more than a few. I haven't tried learning any more English recently."

"Well..." You walk down the hall towards the backyard, Sanemi moves to walk next to you, "What are the ones you know already?"

Sanemi grins, "Want me to recite them like a poem?"

You were about to open the door but Sanemi had opened it for you. You thanked him as you walked outside.

It was late in the afternoon, if you had to guess, maybe 4-5pm. The air was cool already, but it wasn't too cold that you wanted to go back inside.

"Yeah! Just name all ones that you know, and then I can tell you all the ones that I know." You suggest.

You and Sanemi sit down at the edge of the engawa. The corner of your lips quirk up in amusement at the sight of your abandoned Kama.

"I know..." Sanemi licks his lips before continuing, "Fuck, bitch, cunt, hell, damn pussy, shit, cock, ass, mother fucker, slut, fucker, uh..."

"Bullshit, trick-ass bitch, dick, jackass...." Sanemi frowns, "Ah, that's all I know in English."

You nod, "Not bad, not bad. Those are pretty basic, pretty simple."

Sanemi smirks, "Enlighten me, then. Tell me all that you know."

"Sure," You nod, "I know..."

"Oompa loompa looking ass, dick twisting idiot, a cumshot your mother should have swallowed, dick cluster twat, gorilla looking twig, peppa the fucking crackhead pig, coochie fam, noodle arms, sack of poorly packaged horse shit, failed abortion, swallowing gone wrong, waste of sperm, nipple dick, iced-clit, shit crusted cooch, bent cock, roadside pussy, inbred sister-brother fucker, duck fucker, nipple twister, and foreskin pincher."

"..."

"..."

"How the fuck did you say that all in one sitting?" Sanemi blinks.

"Sanemi, we can sit here and question my mental health, or," You carefully push yourself off the engawa, "You can help me train."

Sanemi rolls his eyes, pushing himself off the engawa: "Fine. What's your breath style anyway? You said you didn't have one, but your weapon has a colored blade."