Gwok chaan Ling Ling Chat

Ling Ling Chai:
I thought Organization had forgotten me already.

The Commander:
How could it be? Even a tissue or underpants have their own value.

Ling Ling Chai:
This analogy is really superb.

The Commander:
What kinda of knife is that?

Ling Ling Chai:
Meat cleaver. Simply for cleaving beasts.

Da Mansi:
[Chai and Mansi are on their way to the national agency after being summoned] So, Chai, you've been working as a pork merchant in these 10 years?

Ling Ling Chai:
No, I'm just a down and out pork butcher.

Da Mansi:
I'm not doing well either, I'm just a poor little greengrocer. But luckily, I have a part-time job in the National Psychiatric Hospital doing research.

The Commander:
What research?

Da Mansi:
Being researched.

The Commander:
[nods] That's great.

Man:
[Chai spits on a man's trouser leg] Is it your spit, mate?

Ling Ling Chai:
[unapologetically] Oh right! You have a problem with it?

Man:
No matter. Just wanted to make sure.