"First off fückboy." He got up and walked into the hallway and came back out with a fücking Chainsword with two hands. "This is the butter knife." He placed it down besides the couch. "Secondly, I'm not Chinese. China isn't even a thing anymore. But thank you for realizing that I can be nice." Ling sat down on the couch now, glaring and clearly pissed the fück off.