Maybe. But evidently, he doesn't always do it, and yet he's still here. And wow, excuse you, salmon is a fucking grade A+ meal that peasants can't afford so you will shut up about tasting it somewhere. Or on a lot of things.

"Vooooi, shut up!" Yeah, it's tempting. Definitely tempting, but for some reason, Squalo tends to direct his violence away from Xanxus. This time, he just throws a folding chair out the window (while it was closed) and screams at him. It feels nostalgic somehow. "At least fucking hear it first!"

Hey, improvisation is always good. He's free to change most of the lyrics into profanity, anyway. Squalo is busy trying to shove the demo tape into the CD slot in the record player. "I don't want to!" he protests, snapping around angrily with the tape still in hand, then clutches it to his chest and fucking runs.