We Northeasterners don't like to talk when we fight. We just go up and start kicking, kicking up dust everywhere, but it won't last more than three minutes. If no blood is drawn, it definitely doesn't count as over, and hardly anyone calls the police.
If you run into a group fight, you can hide in the shadows and watch. If you're lucky, after they scatter you might pick up a finely made knife from the ground, maybe even a gun.
We Shandong people don't like to talk when we fight. We just go up and start shooting, raising dust everywhere, but it won't last more than five minutes. If nobody dies, it definitely doesn't count as over, and hardly anyone calls the police.
If you run into a group fight, you can hide in the shadows and watch. If you're lucky, after they scatter you might pick up all kinds of pistols from the ground, maybe even an AK-47 or something.
We Shanghainese like to talk when we fight. We go up and start cursing, cursing up a storm, but it won't last more than three days. If nobody gets cursed to death, it definitely doesn't count as over, and hardly anyone calls the police.
If you run into a group cursing match, you can hide in the shadows and watch. If you're lucky, after they break up you might pick up all kinds of tongues and lips from the ground, maybe even one or two gold teeth or something.
We Yunnan people don't like to talk when we fight. We go up and start handing out cigarettes, with dust flying everywhere, but it won't last more than five minutes. If nobody gets smoked to death, it definitely doesn't count as over, and hardly anyone calls the police.
If you run into a group fight, you can hide in the shadows and watch. If you're lucky, after they scatter you might pick up all kinds of filter tips and lighters from the ground. If you're really lucky, maybe you'll even find an ivory cigarette holder.
We Hunan people don't like to talk when we fight. As soon as we go up, we snatch the chilies out of the other person's pocket and eat them, eating up a storm, but the amount won't exceed five kilograms. If nobody gets spiced to death, it definitely doesn't count as over, and hardly anyone calls the police.
If you run into a chili-snatching fight, you can hide in the shadows and watch. If you're lucky, after they scatter you might pick up all kinds of chili skins and stems from the ground, maybe even a jar of Lao Gan Ma chili sauce or something.
We Taiwanese don't like to talk when we fight. We just go up and smack people with money, with dust flying everywhere, but it won't last more than five seconds. If nobody gets knocked dizzy, it definitely doesn't count as over, and hardly anyone calls the police.
If you run into a group fight, you'd better hurry home and get a sack. If you're lucky, after they scatter you might pick up all kinds of coins and bills from the ground, maybe even collect a full set of world currencies.
We Americans don't like to talk when we fight. We just go up and bomb people, blasting dust everywhere, but it won't last more than 1 month. If the place isn't flattened, it definitely doesn't count as over, and hardly anyone steps in to defend the weak.
If you run into a group fight, you can pull your head back and watch. If you're lucky, after they scatter you might dig up all kinds of warheads and shell casings from the ground, maybe even a nuclear warhead made in '65.
We Al-Qaeda people don't like to talk when we fight. We just go up and crash airplanes into things, crashing up dust everywhere, but it won't last more than 1 day. If nothing gets knocked down, it definitely doesn't count as over, and hardly anyone has time to call the police.
If you run into a group fight, you can pull your head back and watch. If you're lucky, after they're done crashing, you might dig up all kinds of airplane noses and airplane seats from the ground, maybe even a McDonnell Douglas 82 made in '65.
We Chinese don't like to talk when we fight. We just send a few officials up there to eat with their mouths, eating up dust everywhere. It won't last more than one big banquet; if they don't eat everything, it definitely doesn't count as over. Hardly anyone leaves early without first going off for a sauna or something.
If you run into a group fight, you can pull your head back and watch. If you're lucky, after they're done eating you might pick up all kinds of invoices and TTs from the ground, maybe even one of those little white IOUs issued by a village committee in '99.
We women don't like to use our feet when we fight. We go up and start tearing with our hands, tearing up dust everywhere, but it won't last more than three hours. If the clothes don't get torn to shreds, it doesn't count as over, and hardly anyone calls the police.
If you run into a group fight, you can cheer them on in plain sight. If you're unlucky, you might get scratched with a few bloody marks too; if you're lucky, after they disperse you can pick up big handfuls of hair and false eyelashes from the ground, maybe even some torn-up cute underwear.
We Taiwan independence people don't like to talk when we fight. We just go up and PK in person, fighting in a shower of dazzling blows, but it won't last more than three minutes. If no blood is drawn, it definitely doesn't count as over. If they can't win, they secretly film other people's XX movies and expose other people's scandals, and hardly anyone calls the police.
If you run into a group fight, you can hide in the shadows and watch. If you're lucky, after they scatter you might pick up Lü Xiulian's plane ticket to Indonesia from the ground, maybe even photos of Ah-Bian, Lee Teng-hui, and Junichiro Koizumi playing 3P.
We F4 don't like to talk when we fight. We just go up and serve pickled cabbage (Shan Cai), souring you till you're dizzy and teary-eyed, but the souring range is only from age 14 to 40. If nobody pukes, it definitely doesn't count as over, and hardly anyone calls the police.
If you run into a group fight, you can hide in the shadows and watch. If you're lucky, after we scatter you might pick up girls already well into their forties and young guys who like to stick out their orchid fingers from the ground. Maybe you can even pick up a jar of pickled cabbage Auntie Qiong Yao pickled more than ten years ago!
The moderators on our BBS don't like to talk when they delete posts. They just go up and delete, with dust flying everywhere, but it won't last more than three seconds. If they don't delete everything, it definitely doesn't count as over, and hardly anyone fails to file a complaint.
After they've deleted a whole pile of posts, you can pull your head back and take a look. If you're lucky, after they're done deleting you might find all kinds of good posts and jokes down in the underground plaza, maybe even Shizuka Fujiwara photo albums, Honami's little movies, and so on.
The players on our Chinese national team don't like to use their brains when they play soccer. They just go up and start kicking, kicking up dust everywhere, but they won't concede fewer than three goals. If they don't pull some dirty three-minute stunt, it definitely doesn't count as over, and they rarely win.
If you run into a big group fight over refusing to accept the referee's call, you can hide in the stands and watch. If you're lucky, after the match is over you might see gold necklaces and false teeth on the field, maybe even pick up a few torn red and yellow cards.
We people who play Legend don't like to talk when we fight. We just go up and start chopping, with dust flying everywhere, but it won't last more than three hours. If nobody gets killed, it definitely doesn't count as over, and people often join halfway through.
If you run into a group fight, you absolutely have to chase after them. If you're lucky, after they scatter you might pick up equipment from the ground, maybe even a Lianyu or a cleaver or something.
We SARS people don't like to talk when we fight. We just go up and start spraying, spraying spit everywhere, but it won't last more than three minutes. If no coronavirus gets sprayed out, it definitely doesn't count as over, and nobody dares call the police at all. If you run into a group spray-fight, you'd better watch with a mask on. If you're lucky, after they scatter you might get sent to an isolation ward; if you're unlucky, you'll be cremated directly.
If you run into a group fight, you can hide in the shadows and watch. If you're lucky, after they scatter you might pick up a finely made knife from the ground, maybe even a gun.
We Shandong people don't like to talk when we fight. We just go up and start shooting, raising dust everywhere, but it won't last more than five minutes. If nobody dies, it definitely doesn't count as over, and hardly anyone calls the police.
If you run into a group fight, you can hide in the shadows and watch. If you're lucky, after they scatter you might pick up all kinds of pistols from the ground, maybe even an AK-47 or something.
We Shanghainese like to talk when we fight. We go up and start cursing, cursing up a storm, but it won't last more than three days. If nobody gets cursed to death, it definitely doesn't count as over, and hardly anyone calls the police.
If you run into a group cursing match, you can hide in the shadows and watch. If you're lucky, after they break up you might pick up all kinds of tongues and lips from the ground, maybe even one or two gold teeth or something.
We Yunnan people don't like to talk when we fight. We go up and start handing out cigarettes, with dust flying everywhere, but it won't last more than five minutes. If nobody gets smoked to death, it definitely doesn't count as over, and hardly anyone calls the police.
If you run into a group fight, you can hide in the shadows and watch. If you're lucky, after they scatter you might pick up all kinds of filter tips and lighters from the ground. If you're really lucky, maybe you'll even find an ivory cigarette holder.
We Hunan people don't like to talk when we fight. As soon as we go up, we snatch the chilies out of the other person's pocket and eat them, eating up a storm, but the amount won't exceed five kilograms. If nobody gets spiced to death, it definitely doesn't count as over, and hardly anyone calls the police.
If you run into a chili-snatching fight, you can hide in the shadows and watch. If you're lucky, after they scatter you might pick up all kinds of chili skins and stems from the ground, maybe even a jar of Lao Gan Ma chili sauce or something.
We Taiwanese don't like to talk when we fight. We just go up and smack people with money, with dust flying everywhere, but it won't last more than five seconds. If nobody gets knocked dizzy, it definitely doesn't count as over, and hardly anyone calls the police.
If you run into a group fight, you'd better hurry home and get a sack. If you're lucky, after they scatter you might pick up all kinds of coins and bills from the ground, maybe even collect a full set of world currencies.
We Americans don't like to talk when we fight. We just go up and bomb people, blasting dust everywhere, but it won't last more than 1 month. If the place isn't flattened, it definitely doesn't count as over, and hardly anyone steps in to defend the weak.
If you run into a group fight, you can pull your head back and watch. If you're lucky, after they scatter you might dig up all kinds of warheads and shell casings from the ground, maybe even a nuclear warhead made in '65.
We Al-Qaeda people don't like to talk when we fight. We just go up and crash airplanes into things, crashing up dust everywhere, but it won't last more than 1 day. If nothing gets knocked down, it definitely doesn't count as over, and hardly anyone has time to call the police.
If you run into a group fight, you can pull your head back and watch. If you're lucky, after they're done crashing, you might dig up all kinds of airplane noses and airplane seats from the ground, maybe even a McDonnell Douglas 82 made in '65.
We Chinese don't like to talk when we fight. We just send a few officials up there to eat with their mouths, eating up dust everywhere. It won't last more than one big banquet; if they don't eat everything, it definitely doesn't count as over. Hardly anyone leaves early without first going off for a sauna or something.
If you run into a group fight, you can pull your head back and watch. If you're lucky, after they're done eating you might pick up all kinds of invoices and TTs from the ground, maybe even one of those little white IOUs issued by a village committee in '99.
We women don't like to use our feet when we fight. We go up and start tearing with our hands, tearing up dust everywhere, but it won't last more than three hours. If the clothes don't get torn to shreds, it doesn't count as over, and hardly anyone calls the police.
If you run into a group fight, you can cheer them on in plain sight. If you're unlucky, you might get scratched with a few bloody marks too; if you're lucky, after they disperse you can pick up big handfuls of hair and false eyelashes from the ground, maybe even some torn-up cute underwear.
We Taiwan independence people don't like to talk when we fight. We just go up and PK in person, fighting in a shower of dazzling blows, but it won't last more than three minutes. If no blood is drawn, it definitely doesn't count as over. If they can't win, they secretly film other people's XX movies and expose other people's scandals, and hardly anyone calls the police.
If you run into a group fight, you can hide in the shadows and watch. If you're lucky, after they scatter you might pick up Lü Xiulian's plane ticket to Indonesia from the ground, maybe even photos of Ah-Bian, Lee Teng-hui, and Junichiro Koizumi playing 3P.
We F4 don't like to talk when we fight. We just go up and serve pickled cabbage (Shan Cai), souring you till you're dizzy and teary-eyed, but the souring range is only from age 14 to 40. If nobody pukes, it definitely doesn't count as over, and hardly anyone calls the police.
If you run into a group fight, you can hide in the shadows and watch. If you're lucky, after we scatter you might pick up girls already well into their forties and young guys who like to stick out their orchid fingers from the ground. Maybe you can even pick up a jar of pickled cabbage Auntie Qiong Yao pickled more than ten years ago!
The moderators on our BBS don't like to talk when they delete posts. They just go up and delete, with dust flying everywhere, but it won't last more than three seconds. If they don't delete everything, it definitely doesn't count as over, and hardly anyone fails to file a complaint.
After they've deleted a whole pile of posts, you can pull your head back and take a look. If you're lucky, after they're done deleting you might find all kinds of good posts and jokes down in the underground plaza, maybe even Shizuka Fujiwara photo albums, Honami's little movies, and so on.
The players on our Chinese national team don't like to use their brains when they play soccer. They just go up and start kicking, kicking up dust everywhere, but they won't concede fewer than three goals. If they don't pull some dirty three-minute stunt, it definitely doesn't count as over, and they rarely win.
If you run into a big group fight over refusing to accept the referee's call, you can hide in the stands and watch. If you're lucky, after the match is over you might see gold necklaces and false teeth on the field, maybe even pick up a few torn red and yellow cards.
We people who play Legend don't like to talk when we fight. We just go up and start chopping, with dust flying everywhere, but it won't last more than three hours. If nobody gets killed, it definitely doesn't count as over, and people often join halfway through.
If you run into a group fight, you absolutely have to chase after them. If you're lucky, after they scatter you might pick up equipment from the ground, maybe even a Lianyu or a cleaver or something.
We SARS people don't like to talk when we fight. We just go up and start spraying, spraying spit everywhere, but it won't last more than three minutes. If no coronavirus gets sprayed out, it definitely doesn't count as over, and nobody dares call the police at all. If you run into a group spray-fight, you'd better watch with a mask on. If you're lucky, after they scatter you might get sent to an isolation ward; if you're unlucky, you'll be cremated directly.
