Don't matter how much perfume a corpo sprays on mornings, by lunch that's replaced by the stench of skullduggery.

Another sinner finds himself in the place he belongs to. A trunk.
Gustavo now suffers the purgatory he deserves. And perhaps has a moment to examine his conscience. Let's hope he finds it before the trunk opens back up.

V: Don't look like your typical Chinese chef...
Keisuke: And you don't look like a typical fuckin' customer.

When you live among humans, it's essential to find a shared, fundamental point of understanding. "Truth" and "Good" are values proven to cause division, whereas beauty is universal.

V, V, V... If you don't have a titanium skull lining, you are gonna have memory problems in no time.