[So now they're both glaring daggers at the buff old man. Hijikata gets up, accepts his sword back and reluctantly sheathes it. Luckily he missed out on Emet-Selch's move, otherwise he'd get on his case about that now.]

There really is no point to this other than yanking our chains..! We can't even do the good old self-sacrificial act if the damn drinks look and smell the same!

[The mystery referee simply shrugs. He told them the rules, Hijikata's bitching won't change them!]

Okay, Emet-Selch, I say we boycott this shitshow and go for a swim. How about it? He can't force us!