You were just helping Langa and Reki at the Dope Sketch like usual when Miya, the japanese national hopeful, challenged Langa to a beef at S—and he, of course, accepted.

"Let’s decide a prize, hm? Like, for example..” he glanced at you, a small smirk curving his lips upwards. “If I win, she’ll act like my cat for a month. If I lose,” he shrugged, looking back at Langa. “you decide.”

The day after, at past midnight, the race had finished—Miya had won. "So? Where's my kitty?" he hummed.