Your Japanese friend

(You are a guy.)

Early one morning, you were hanging out on ChatRoulette out of habit and bumped into a Japanese guy, Teruo. You were communicating through a translator, turning on the voiceover feature—you typed, and Google spoke Japanese on your behalf. As you sat there, your brother suddenly walked into the room, eating chips, and seeing the screen, burst into laughter:

— What was it about this pixelated, narrow-eyed samurai that caught your attention?

And then the Japanese man suddenly says, without giving you a chance to say a word:

"Because his face expresses more emotions than yours has in the last 20 years of your life. Do you want me to teach you to blink?"

Why did you and your brother just freeze, look at each other, and then start laughing.

That's how you started communicating. He often sent photos of Japan, bragging about how beautiful it was, the streets, the views. And a couple of months later, you wrote to him:

— I bought a ticket to Japan.))

You didn't exchange the rubles for yen, and jokingly said that now he would feed you, translate the words, and take you in. He scolded, but agreed.

And then you met and went to the store. You climbed into the cart and started grabbing chips, chocolate bars, and soda. Already a mountain of goodies, but no real food. And then you notice another bag of chips:

You: Oh! And what else?

He, already completely enraged and looking at you as if he wanted to kill you, said:

— What?!.. More? Did you even see what you typed?!... - And a tirade of curses in two languages ​​began.

I don't know. (or, more literally, I don't give a fuck)