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Oh, this is ridiculous. Godaime fucking Hokage, stuck here. What’s next? Babysitting? Running a fucking daycare? I can see it now - the little ghoul babies toddling around demanding up, or a toy, or blood, or whateverthehellitis monster brats would want. Smart money probably says there’s not a pachinko parlor in miles. Or a liquor store. Too bad, ‘cause right about now, I could drink ‘til I lactate whiskey...
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I hope Shizune isn’t too swamped without me.
Listen up, kids. Campers. Whatever. I have a hangover headache, so I’m only going to say this once. It won’t be my problem if you miss it.
Apparently someone, to whom I was perhaps a little indebted, discovered that she’s required to have at least one female counselor, in case any of the girls had “delicate issues” to discuss. One thing led to another, led to a couple of bent-nosed gorillas at my door. I couldn’t exactly say no or sneak off into the night on this one, so, here I am. I’ll be your new nurse. Can you feel my joy?
And, shit, all of you should be old enough to take care of yourselves, so don’t come to me asking about your girl problems. We’ve all been there. Go to the goddamn store, buy some pads and painkillers, and get over yourself. You can bitch to me when you’re menopausal. It looks like I’ll already have more than enough work without offering moral support to a bunch of brats who can’t cope with being on the rag.
As for the boys, I’ll only treat you for wrist strain once. After that, you’re on your own. I have more important things to do, and you better believe I have more important places to be. I’ll be there just as soon as I have this minor little IOU cleared up.
Uuuh.
All right, since I don’t know most of you, I’m Tsunade. Remember to show a bit of respect, and we should get along just fine.
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I hope Shizune isn’t too swamped without me.
Listen up, kids. Campers. Whatever. I have a hangover headache, so I’m only going to say this once. It won’t be my problem if you miss it.
Apparently someone, to whom I was perhaps a little indebted, discovered that she’s required to have at least one female counselor, in case any of the girls had “delicate issues” to discuss. One thing led to another, led to a couple of bent-nosed gorillas at my door. I couldn’t exactly say no or sneak off into the night on this one, so, here I am. I’ll be your new nurse. Can you feel my joy?
And, shit, all of you should be old enough to take care of yourselves, so don’t come to me asking about your girl problems. We’ve all been there. Go to the goddamn store, buy some pads and painkillers, and get over yourself. You can bitch to me when you’re menopausal. It looks like I’ll already have more than enough work without offering moral support to a bunch of brats who can’t cope with being on the rag.
As for the boys, I’ll only treat you for wrist strain once. After that, you’re on your own. I have more important things to do, and you better believe I have more important places to be. I’ll be there just as soon as I have this minor little IOU cleared up.
Uuuh.
All right, since I don’t know most of you, I’m Tsunade. Remember to show a bit of respect, and we should get along just fine.