Oikawa: Cough, rough, though, through; why don't these words rhyme?
Oikawa: THIS HAS MADE ME ANGRY MY ENTIRE LIFE!
Terushima: A rough-coated, dough-faced, thoughtful plough man strode through the streets of Scarborough; after falling into a slough, he coughed
Daichi: HOLY F U C K WHY?!
Moniwa: English, you're drunk, go home