Sharaku, reading a paper from a fortune cookie: “You are generous and forthright in your affairs.”
Pinoko, reading a paper from a fortune cookie: “Indulge your fantasies. Love and romance awaits.”
Pinoko: What does yours say, Doc?
Black Jack: (*reading a fortune cookie paper that says “Bad luck and misfortune will infest your pathetic soul for all eternity.”*)
Pinoko: C’mon, Doc! What’s it say?
Black Jack: …Oh, nothing.
Pinoko: Doc, wait. This was in my dream. We shouldn’t go to the market.
Black Jack: What happened in your dream?
Pinoko: Food eats people!
Black Jack: (*raises eyebrow*)
Pinoko: Also, Largo could talk. (*points at Largo*) You said some very unkind things.
Sharaku: If you had to separate your dog from 49 other identical dogs that were all equally excited to see you, how would you determine which dog was yours?
Pinoko: I would take my 50 dogs home and live like a queen.
Black Jack, pointing to his chest: I’ll keep all my emotions right here and then one day I’ll die.
Kiriko: Black Jack…
Black Jack: Yes, Satan?
Black Jack: (*turns around*) Oh, I’m sorry, sir. You sounded like someone else.
Pinoko: Don’t worry, Doc likes your butt and fancy hair. I know, I read his diary.
Kei: He thinks it’s fancy?
Gay as fuck.
[once the power comes back on I will upload the real image instead of this…]
Shataku: I did something bad…
Pinoko: It’s okay, I have a shovel.
Sharaku: Wait… what exactly do you think I did?
Pinoko: It doesn’t matter. No one will find out.
Black Jack, carrying a sleeping Pinoko: Never in all my years did I need to sedate someone for a flu shot.