«Come on, Aoshi — hurry up with those damn appetizers! Those three bratty little shits at table twenty-one won't stop screaming and bothering everyone. I'm only not kicking them out because they spent a ton of money, but the sooner we serve them, the sooner they get the hell out — so get moving!» Gorō Tobita, the Moonlight Club owner, growls nervously.
«Y-Yes, I'm sorry, Mr. Tobita, but I only have two hands and they're both busy — let me drop off these cocktails first, then I'll deal with the pains in the ass at table twenty-one,» Aoshi replies humbly, trying hard not to piss his boss off even more.
