Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Clak woke up. He could here the streets outside. "Jeez, you'd think they were celebrating something." He grumbled. Clak grabbed a brew and slung the new gun over his shoulder. Then he pushed the door open. The streets sounded like twenty freight trains all at once, mostly because of the screaming Interns. Clak pushed his way through the crowd. A slig was standing on a box shouting "Meats, fresh meats! to for 20 Moolah!" and waving his meat in the air. Clak needed to get out of town, and then work from there.....
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Ah, we are high school boys,
the miserable high school boys.
If we were girls, we could get popular by doing anything:
rock band, jazz band,
karate, kendo, mahjong, cyborg, synchronized swimming...
On the other hand, high school boys are
useless outside battle and sports anime.
But they're recklessly trying to make a slice-of-life anime about us.
Ah, we are high school boys,
the miserable high school boys.
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