"Oh, I have not yet desu," Kenji answered.
Here are some facts you probably didn't know as I make this novel:
"We're... So-" Cell #58 started before being cut off by a youngin.
"She... she told me that she's bound for hell. Are you dumb?! If I had… known that everything would be better on the other side then why the hell would I settle here and get chased by monsters like you are. All we wanted was to live once again, in peace. We never intended to hurt the living… but yeah…" He averted his face and let out a dark grin. "Hahaha… why would you guys know that anyway…"
Nick Burns sat in his favorite spot in his favorite hamburger joint, staring out the window. For the last 2 years, he has had the same routine. Every Saturday, he comes in and orders a hotdog. And every time, they tell him the same thing; "Sir, we don't sell hotdogs." Nick isn't stupid, he knows they don't have hotdogs. At first, the employees got annoyed at the young man, thinking he is just an annoying jokester. After a few months though, they decided to just let him be.
Somebody once asked could I spare some change for gas?
So what's wrong with taking the back streets?
You're bundled up now, wait till you get older
Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play
All that glitters is gold
You're bundled up now, wait till you get older
Didn't make sense not to live for fun