Remember: everything Mondo Owada says is made up.

*Mondo was fuming, pacing around his room trying to not punch a hole in the wall. Two people had died and now shit was serious, anyone could be next snd it sure as hell wouldn't be him* *He stopped short as the door of his room opened, he grabbed a throwing knife from his desk and threw it, barely missing the face of the person coming in* โ€œOh, Shit! you, christ i amโ€ฆFuck iโ€™m a mess..โ€