[Let him tell you all about his troubles, Saitou...

He sighs and shakes his head in the negative.] Not anymore. That thing was driving me crazy, though. [Meaning Toshizo...who is still demanding attention from his faithful servant friend by upping the purrs and the loving affection to the eleventh degree.

Hijikata turns back to look at choice selections of frozen "corn dogs" with suspicion, however.] But I don't get it. How can these people eat most of this crap?