[Shove gummies into his mouth so he chokes, smother him with your sleeves so he can't breathe. Just help him out here a little, come on, it's not hard.

Damn it.

At least he's finally set free, but Ichi finds it to be too much of a pain to sit up right away so he just picks up a gummy near eyesight and picks it up to plop it into his mouth, chewing idly.]

They're okay I guess. [He turns his head.] Think of the alternative. I'd rather be stuck in space than in a house full of brothers almost as pathetic as I am.

[A pause.]

And I can get laid here.