Nick: "
Hey Mike...
Michael Ly!"
Mike: "I'm behind you, idiot."
Nick: "Oh, sorry. Anyway, can you help me out with this Chinese
book I have? I'm stuck on this word-"
Mike: "I can'
t really speak Chinese, sorry."
Nick: "...you mean...you don'
t know any Chinese? Your own mother/
father-speaking, native language which founded your heritage and the culture of your ancestors?!"
Mike: "Yeah, I don'
t actually know."
Nick: "So I could call you a tóng xìng and you wouldn'
t have any fucking clue would you?"
Mike: "No. I am ashamed of myself."
Nick: "That's right. Now go and sit in the corner you tóng xìng. And while you're there, you can cry for me...yes, cry...cry for me!"
Mike: *cries*
Nick: "Cry louder!"
Mikes: *cries more, then takes Samurai sword and performs Harikiri* (this is technically Japanese but we know that Chinese and Japanese are the same thing).
