Blah, I'm not in the mood to worship Syaoran at the moment.
Syaoran: Holy crap! Are you serious?
Endoh: Yeah. Crazy Obsessive Factory is closed due to death in the family.
Syaoran: Oh.Sorry. Umm . . . how long do I get this freedom?
Endoh: [shrugs] Who knows? Could be days, weeks, months, years, lifetimes. You'll just have to see.
Syaoran: And by that you mean .. ?
Endoh: Probably Wednesday.
Syaoran: Figures. You don't hurt for long.
Endoh: Yeah. Could be the years of
drugs, genetic, or the fact I burned out my pain receptors by hitting my head repeatedly with a hammer.
Syaoran: . .. repeatedly? What were you thinking?!
Endoh: [shrugs] I thought I was a nail.
Syaoran:
So I'm free to go?
Endoh: Meh, for now. Don't stray too far now.
Syaoran: You bet! [jumps through window]
Endoh: Remember to tuck and roll this time, Syao-chan!
[Crash.Bang.Scream.Sirens.]
Syaoran: Crap.