"If hurt enough, just use a pair of hands to swiftly cut open..."
Yawning as he got up, Igula went to take his usual bath. He had barely stripped and settled into the bathtub for a few seconds when he heard the persistent and urgent ringing of the doorbell.
Although puzzled, Igula still wrapped himself in a bath towel and opened the door, only to find Ash outside.
"Let's play rock-paper-scissors."
"What?"
"Don't ask, just play rock-paper-scissors, and you have to beat me three times!"
"Is this some kind of necessary ritual?"
"That's right!"
"Will it harm me?"
"No!"
Igula observed Ash for a while, feeling that he probably wasn't lying, so he said, "Then I don't want to."
"Why?"
"Helping you is a favor; not helping you is my right. Why should I help you complete this ritual?"
"Does helping others need a reason?"
"Your current position doesn't really support you saying that... And do I look like I do charity?"