From there he started to rant in broken English. "That damn tuna of Tom keep me up all night. It in cage. Banging on cage ... SOOOO loud, I can't sleep because of damn tuna. I think I might kill tuna." I ran this scenario through my head: Kumar's roommate Tom has a tuna. It's in a cage. It bangs on its cage at night which keeps Kumar awake. Tuna fish are about 6 feet long and can be hundreds of pounds. This seemed odd, to say the least.
Me: you have a tuna in your room?
Kumar: yes. The bastard keep me up all night.
Me: so the cage must be pretty big?
Kumar: ya cage is big.
Now, I've heard of weird pasttimes--a kid I'd met that day was an amazing accordion player, and colleges love admitting kids based on strange hobbies--but having a tuna fish as a pet seemed far fetched.
Kumar: ya I want to kill but I think Tom gets mad if I do.
Me: well what would you do with it after you killed it?
Kumar: I just need sleep. Maybe throw it out window and bird will eat.
Me: would a tuna fit through a window?
Kumar: ya, tuna will fit.
Me: wait, how big is the tuna?
Kumar: like one pound.
Me: wait, are we thinking of the same thing? Is tuna a fish?
Kumar: what? No, it's a tuna. It's like, in cage, small, has hair.
Me: ummmmmmm
This made Kumar very frustrated and he started to curse under his breath.
Kumar: it's a damn tuna alright?
Me: but you said it wasn't a fish.
Kumar: I know, it's a tuna.
Me: a tuna is a fish.
Kumar: no, you're wrong. Wait, let me ask Tom. Tom we have a tuna in our room, right?
Me: Tom do you have a tuna fish in your room?
Tom gave me a look that said he repairs Kumar's broken english three or four times a day.
Tom: We have a hamster, it's name is Tuna.
Kumar: OH YA! GOD DAMN HAMSTER. I WANT TO KILL HAMSTER!








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