It's not that bad, Gojyo wants to say -- it is, but he's not going to wimp out and admit it -- but he only gets as far as "it's when he has to clap his hand over his mouth to stop from being explosively sick.

His stomach is not happy about what he's put in it. He warily pulls his hand away from his mouth, ready to slap it back on if he needs to.

"Okay," he agrees after a moment, nodding cautiously. "That's terrible, you're right."