A fist connects with Gintoki’s gut, though it is padded by the pillow he is clutching to his chest. Even with the protection of his pillow, the Boy in the Striped Pajamas still has the wind knocked out of him. He doubles over, shoulders shaking in a dramatic display.

After a moment, he glances upward, tilting his head to the side.

“The hell you talkin’ about? I’m just a kid lookin for a place to sleep!” The man whines, “The only thing I want to turn over is a blanket as I get ready to count some sheep. Put those damn chops down already…”

He reaches up with both of his hands, dropping his pillow in an attempt to show that he meant no harm.