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[i]"Oh, just go screw yourself."[/i][/center]

Yuki just managed to not roll her eyes at James' question. Ah yes, the [i]insane[/i] Japanese stereotype. Were Americans so desperate for entertainment that they were too stupid to actually look at how much the 'insane' Japanese activity didn't dominate everyone's lives? Obviously not. Just because Yuki is Japanese doesn't mean that she watches anime 24/7, or that she's some sort of cheap whore. And she most certainly does not like tentacle porn--thanks a lot, Stereotype Song. Fuck you. Worst song ever, and to top it off, it was catchy. Ugh, it was stuck in her head now.

"You all think that the Japanese are crazy, but if this is what Americans do for fun... I'm beginning to think that the stereotypes should be reversed!" Yuki giggled, blinking up at James with her wide eyes. There was the stereotype that Americans were daredevils--either that or they're all obese--so she guessed that this was somewhat true. Yuki had to admit though, the people who were getting dunked seemed to be having a lot of fun. The teachers were very... open about everything in front of their students too. She had trouble wrapping her mind around that, even though she had very friendly teachers back in her home country.

Just by looking at everyone and their interactions, it was fairly simple for Yuki to determine where people stood on the social totem pole. Now all she had to do was learn their faces, learn their names, learn what classes they were in, and their deepest darkest secrets. Fairly simple, right? Shouldn't be too hard. But Yuki wasn't really good at names, so that actually might be kinda hard. She should really work on that.