Kutabare! Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Language Barrier

Hello! Me again. Happy Boxing Day!
Today, in a somewhat continuity-friendly fashion, I thought I'd tell you about the time I was cruelly tricked into telling my Japanese host-mother to go fuck herself.

A Very Christmas Story

I lied. I don't really do Christmas very well. I much prefer my birthday, when I'm the only one getting presents. Instead, I thought I'd write about the very first friend I made in Japan, and how I ended up being responsible for his death.
Merry Christmas!