[Ha! That little tantrum kick was enough to signal that Gintoki had not only won but was also right. Success! And so he leans forward - his chair falling back onto four legs with a 'thump' to accompany that angry squeak. He rests his elbows on his desk, using his legs to scoot the piece of furniture back into place.]

No, no. It's a group project. So we have to combine what we're both good at, right? I wouldn't want to steal your thunder, you know.

[And then he takes in a deep breath. Since he won, he supposed he could now continue on. See. Nothing dysfunctional about this, right? Right! ]

So. Let's make a snack and give English instructions. Yes? What do. You. Thank? [That... was the wrong word, but close enough.]