Lemme tell ya men, I'm sick of these foreigners. This stinking Hakutaku, she moves into my town the other day, comes up to my door knocking... says her funny ching chong name introducing herself as my new neighbor and that she moved here in hopes of "bridging east and west"...
Stinking eastern monsters, bringing their stinking rice and egg foods and soggy noodles, and their stinking tea and their stinking board games with funny symbols that make no sense, and their funny paper doors and their stinking big tits and revealing eastern attires... I tell her, look lady, here in the West, we like Western culture and not Eastern drivel. We like BEER, and INDIVIDUALISM and not collectivism, and we like our EAGLE FLAGS and not silly dragon flags and red flags with hammers and sickles on them, and we like GOD, and KING and COUNTRY, and we like our women wearing SUN DRESSES, and we like SAUSAGE made with beef and turkey served with gravy and cabbage, because that's a REAL meal.
I tell her if she thinks she can convert me to her stinking eastern culture, she can think again. She just nodded and left silently. Tell me I was wrong! I stood my ground against that consternating foreigner invader. I am right.