[The feed clicks on as Gin is settling back into his chair. The communicator has been placed on the table, so one can plainly see that he only has his red-trimmed black shirt on at the moment. Hey, doesn't he usually have something else kind of haphazardly draped over his form, too?]
So somewhere, long ago, some old guy- [Because it's always an old guy, isn't it?] -said that humans are too wrapped up in layers, right? [Oh really, Gintoki?] That humans should shed these layers in order to live honestly, happily and in peace with one another, right? That these protective layers are only walling in our hearts, protecting us not only from the horrors of this world, but shielding the goodwill of others. Well, to the thief who stole my
kimono last night: [And he slams both hands on the table.]
STEALING A LAYER OF MY CLOTHING ISN'T CLEVER, YOU BASTARD!! Are you subtly trying to tell me that I'm not a good person?! No! Listen up, asshole! Give me my kimono back! Not only is it a symbol of me, I need that layer back so it can protect me from conniving thieves like you!!
It's people like you that are the reason why teenagers rebel against their parents! Why mother-in-laws nag about how you're not feeding their grandchildren properly! Why nobody wants to help little old ladies cross the street!
HAVE SOME SHAME, DAMN YOU!
[And the communicator is violently switched off.]