_on the way to the prison_
Cop: What do you have to say to yourself, drug dealer?!
Ichimatsu: ..................weed is not a drug. It's a plant. Therefore, I'm not a drug dealer, I'm a florist.
Cop: ................
Ichimatsu: Now whatcha gonn' say 'bout urself, officer
Cop: ............can I have some of ur plant
Ichimatsu: Sure thing
YOU ARE READING
Osomatsu-san On CRACK!!
RandomIchimatsu: Tch, why do I have to do this shit.... Ehem. To all you weaboos who had clicked this stupid story, please enjoy your stay in this shitty Matsu Hell. Err, *reads script* Oh yes, and please don't lose your insanity here- Wtf? Who made this...
