So Ken is still waiting for his friends...






Ken: *thinks* Oh hey, here comes friends of my parents. Gotta pretend I'm a good boy.



Ken: Konbanwa. My parents? Oh they're doing well. Mother is thinking of going on holiday...



Ken: Bye! ^_^ *thinks* All right, yes, go away now.



Ken: Now to get my hair back...



Ken: *to a random passerby* Hey, got a smoke?



Ken: *to the man who's staring at him again* What is _your_ problem, mister?



Ken: What is it? You like my face?



Ken: You want a piece of me?



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