Wash swapped his hands in favor of an arm draping his eyes. It was always sunny in The City. Mostly always. It was nearly maddening.
"No," he said, very nearly pouting. "Just Chinese, Chinese cussing and English. What everybody else--well--not here."
He huffed.
"I shoulda thought to label the parts with symbols just in case of suicidal insanity," he said. "Hindsight's 20/20, you know. Must've been why Mal was so good at what he did. He was kind of an asshole."