Character: A Lack Shimura (Shinpachi)

Would hope that you see this whole nightmare due to broken points. But I'm afraid not only are they here shattered.

Detective noodles, I brought you anpan. Spying on people is hard work. To eat.
- Why do you call me "noodles"? This has nothing to do with me, Kagura-Chan!
- You in life noodle.

- If Gin-San is in, then so am I.
- Yes! All three of us - a single organism: Gin-Chan - his left hand, Shinpachi - left foot and I white blood cells. Is?
Hey, so a man does not work!
- Look, this thing can move faster?
- Shut up! You there three on one passenger seat, how can we move faster?
What? But we're one body! I body, Kagura - white blood cells, and Shinpachi glasses.

- Gin-San! Get out of here! Not something you'd think we live in a dump!
- And I just don't know how to separate out the damn garbage. So I decided to live carefree, like a fallen angel.

- Given his lifestyle, he could be condemned at any time.
- He's a walking obscenity. Probably some lewd actions in public. Because of this we are forced to help the family, which dabbles in serial killing. That's a shame.

Apparently, the idiots remain idiots regardless of the time.

- Do you know what responsibility?!
And men you know? Surprising that you can find women...
- Don't worry! With regard to women and octopuses, they always come back, tails between their legs.
- Women have no tails.
- Like the octopus.

Damn.
No "damn!" And if you hit me?!
- Don't worry. When people are broken, they travel in search of themselves.
- Something you yourself would go?! In other world, you moron?!

When we realize that all the daily problems with the time are stored on our hearts, then our hearts have been wearing the heavy and durable armor. To avoid injury, to live in peace.

If this is heaven, the toilet at my house, too, Paradise!

When we change your way of thinking, the world is also changing colors!

Despite the fact that you're white on the outside, inside you have a black heart!

Love coming or not, apparently, makes people more Mature.

In this cold era where nobody cares about strangers, there is nobody who listened to my problem.