"Yuzus could be here" he thought, "I've never been in this parlor before. There could be Yuzus anywhere." The air conditioning felt good against his bare chest. "I hate Yuzus" he thought. His flow playlist reverberated out of his headphones. Making them pulsate even as the 150 yen chuhai circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of red pandas in mahjong parlors. "With a yakuhai, you can call any tile you want" he said to himself, out loud.

>forgot to bring my quest bar to work
It's over