"Yeah." Hiro set her plate of food down. "Just research."

"Okay then. I'll watch as well." She got up, got some mayonnaise, and she put some on the food. "What's for dinner tonight, Daddy?"

"Want some Subway?' he asked his girl. 

"Yes, sir. I want a meatball sub with mayo."

"The show's starting." Hiro spooned some eggs and rice in his mouth. "It's gonna be another thunderstorm tonight."

Franky said into the mic, "We have a guest here today. Say hullo to MMA fighter and Hiro Amatitso-Arabaev's enemy, Zarid Alaev."

"Yeah, I'm Hiro's enemy." Zarid ate some of his melktert.

"So, what made you hate Hiro?" Frank asked.

"I just like to shit on Japanese people and their anime fetish; I actually wanna recreate Hiroshima one day. Hear that, Russia?! Let's fucking work together and destroy Japan! I bury those cockaroaches."

Hiro sighed. "And none of those defeats changed him... I partually think he needs to stop MMA. He probably has brain damage or something.  Can somebody get this guys outta Japan?"

Franky let out a big sigh. "I like anime. Got a problem with it? Why do you wanna destroy Japan? This country gave me a lot!"

Hiro ate some more of his simple breakfast. He then covered Alania's ears. "Get this goat-pegging motherfucker outta here--he wants to destroy Japan!" 

His daughter looked up. "He needs to leave if he hates us."

"Their shitty anime fetish, and yeah, I have a problem. I don't know why; I just do," Zarid replied aloud. "Fuck anime; I also want a rematch with Hiro."

Franky asked, "Well, why do you feel this way, bruv?"

"I don't know why. Fuck these weeaboos."

"Well, why are you still in Japan then?" the black talk show host asked. "Just leave! Get the fuck outta this country!"

"I still wanna fuck these bitches here though." Zarid scratched his cock. "They have hot-ass hoes here!'

Franky squinted. "I hope you get erectile dysfunction, you fucktard. I'm all for dating outta one's ethnicity, but this shit... You should get your dick ripped off honestly. You're the worst talk show host I've ever had, and I hope the new prime minister deports your inbred ass."

"At least I don't have heart failure," Zarid smirked. "Get off the bacon and accept Islam."

He smacked his own forehead and said, "You're an atheist telling me to accept Islam. Nobody likes a filthy hypocrite, and what's with this talk from Hiro about you fucking goats and having a goat-human hybrid child at home? Is it some conspiracy theory?"

"It is a conspiracy theory. Fuck Hiro! Hear that, Amatisto-Arabaev?! I want my rematch, you pervert!" Zarid spoke into the mic. "Give me the rematch, so I can fucking rape you this time!"

Hiro squinted as he and Alania looked at each other. "Should you give him the rematch?" she asked.

"He might do me harder than the goats in his pimping stable--I'd rather not. Get 3 wins, and then call me." Hiro went to go get him a cup of strong, black coffee. "Perfect. This man wants to rape me... He must be a closet homo. How much you wanna bet one of his 17 girlfriends pegs him with a strap-on," he typed to Ichigo.

Ichigo started laughing. "He probably does. Man probably doesn't have any girlfriends; they're probably just his cover-ups, so nobody knows he rapes animals."

Franky said, "This is all the time for right now. Tune in tomorrow as we have István 'The Black Hungarian Isralite Warrior' Onama!"

Hiro closed his laptop. "I might tune in to Onama's episode; I like that guy."

Alania put her plate in the sudsy water. "Why does Mr. Alaev always scratch his ding-ding? Does he have crabs or something?"

"Probably. But I know this: I'm not giving that lunatic a rematch. Get 3 wins and then call me; however, I'm not gonna give him my bunghole in a fight. That's for sure."