Hang out?…Why would I hang out with you?… More importantly why would you want to hang out with me? I hate you and I want you dead, so I don’t understand….
That’s true…but—I don’t hate you, poyo! Why would I?
No. And why do you want to know?
[He paused for a moment, trying to think of something to say.]
—I… Was wondering if you wanted to hang out or something! It is my birthday and all… Haha, poyo…
Hmmm. It does..That’s why I really don’t keep track of it..
Weeelll… Are you planning to do anything today?
I’m surprised myself…
Well I’m glad you even acknowledged it in the first place, poyo! Y’know, it feels like I celebrated my birthday yesterday!
Time sure does fly by, huh?