[That is so comforting. But he does search his pockets in a manner not unlike the Macarena. He finds his handguns, a handful of meal tickets, and a used pair of chopsticks. But nothing sharp.
He shrugs.] ＮＯＢＯＤＹ ＣＡＮ ＨＡＴＥ ＭＹ ＬＯＮＥＬＹ ＴＯＷＮ。
[Sorry, boss, none of the guys are stupid enough to try to fight Angel hand-to-hand like you can. Except, you know, Noda. So knives aren't exactly standard issue.]
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He shrugs.] ＮＯＢＯＤＹ ＣＡＮ ＨＡＴＥ ＭＹ ＬＯＮＥＬＹ ＴＯＷＮ。
[Sorry, boss, none of the guys are stupid enough to try to fight Angel hand-to-hand like you can. Except, you know, Noda. So knives aren't exactly standard issue.]