#incorrect cdd

mima, walking into his place: hello, people who don't live here shun: what's up? hayate: hello souma: hi! mima: i gave you guys a key for emergencies only shun: we were out of chips

[shun and souma, sitting in jail] souma: so, who should we call? shun: i'd call big sis, but i feel safer in jail

igarashi, pointing: may i sit there? mima: that's my lap? igarashi: that doesn't answer my question, takayuki

shun: physically, yes, i could fight a bird. but emotionally? imagine the toll

souta: let me show you a picture from last night that really upset me souma: okay, but in my defense, shun bet me 100 yen i couldn’t drink all that shampoo. souta: that’s not what i wanted to—you drank shampoo?

souma: if i die, my funeral is going to be the biggest party ever and you're all invited. hayate: if? shun: great, the only party i've ever been invited to and he might not even die

souma: you know, it’s fine to admit you were wrong shun, taking a sip of his drink after accidentally adding salt: i just like the way it tastes

shun: on a scale from “damn daniel” to “fre sha vaca do”, how are you feeling? souma: in between “it’s an avocado, thanks” and “how did you defeat captain america?”, but as a solid answer i would say “i don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger”. what about you, hayate? hayate: probably “road work ahead”, to be honest with you. igarashi: i speak many languages, and this is none of them.