"Yeah, yeah, take it! I didn't think someone could actually get sick of cake, but..." How wrong he was. Waking up day after day with a stomach ache had finally made Kotetsu rethink his strategy that he was a virile twenty-something who could just down cake and beer and expect no harm to fall the next morning. Such was not the case at forty, regardles of how delusional that forty year old may be.

"You're a spirit, right? So you've got a lotta room for it!"