One shouldn't let good sake glasses go to waste.

[the_calcium_tm]

Continued from here. Expect them to still be playing in July.

It's only a matter of time before there's a prompt rapping at the door, and Jimmy hops up to open it. "Hullo, Alan. Did you bring the Yakuza?"

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[alan_shore]

Alan checks over his shoulder, checks over his other shoulder, and says apologetically, "I'm afraid they're in my room, watching anime. If you need somebody killed I can always fetch--"

[the_calcium_tm]

"Erm, well," Jimmy interrupts, "we're just killing the telly, really."

[caleb_walks]

Caleb is so torn. There's sake and Jimmy and Alan or there's anime and the craziest gameshows that man ever invented. Caleb can't be expected to choose between them. It's just not fair.

Someone is going to need to start hiding the remotes in places where Caleb won't be able to find them.

[alan_shore]

He raises his eyebrows. "May I come in?" Sounds erupting from the TV suggest screaming Japanese schoolgirls locked in a clear plastic cage with a komodo dragon. If one had to guess.

Ordinarily he'd offer to handle the remote-hiding, but in this case he's dying to see what British ingenuity can do.