Oi, Josuke. I'm going h u n t i n g u, and no, I'm not taking you with me so we can hunt down hotties with hot bodies. We're going to Costco to get a gallon of milk. Thanks to severe PTSD, I forgot where the milk is, and I need your help finding it.

The last time I got some milk, you see, it was right before fighting Dio, and that bastard stole my milk while I was pretending to be dead. Sure, three of my homies died, but that was nothing compared to him smugly guzzling my cow juice... really pissed me off. That reminds me, my grandfather who almost died ate the last yogurt in the house.

Damn. I guess we're going for milk and yogurt, then.

(This skin has a removable jacket)