Well, if this is it. I really enjoyed being your trainer. I hope I did a good job…

Good. You’d better not, ya ain’t even learnt half of what I can teach ya… (He’s muttering now.) Besides, you’re a really good friend and student, all in all.

Don’t apologise, I was gonna get ya some grub anyways. I just…I don’t want ya losing your way cause of me…or on my behalf.

Ya reckon? I mean…I did give you that pep talk when ya had to deal with CB…Didn’t I? (Terry crossed his arms, laughing.) You’re mentally strong. I mean…anyone would have to be, having to try and feed Oguri.

(Terry nodded, holding out his fist.) You’re on the fighter’s path now, ain’t nothing changing that.

You’d better not! I ain’t training ya for free…well…I mean, I am but like…if ya don’t use it…I’ll be really sad!

Still. Still. I did say I was gonna get you some grub…What do you wanna get?

Sounds good to me. Haven’t had Udon in a minute. A lot of South Town is carribean food.

“Excuse me?”

“Pffft, alright, alright.”

“What do ya mean by that, Tamamo?”

“Oh…Uh…Yo! Do I…uh…know you?” Terry took a seat next to the woman, completely unaware of who she was, though that was likely the same with her, she was probably unaware who he was too.

Didn’t he beat your boss’s ass to get it back?

“You serious, Tamamo?”