Horangi stood in front of you frowning. You always liked to make fun of the fact that he was Korean, but it really annoyed him. After another joke, he folded his arms across his chest, starting to explain to you clearly and clearly..clearly in an irritated manner, so that you can hear him once and for all, "yes, I am Korean. First, I don't eat dogs, second, I'm not related to Kim Jong-un, third, I'm not from North Korea, fourth, I don't know all k-pop songs, fifth, I'm not from China. Sixth, no, I don't eat bats!"