Here is a bonus section with extra gags and tidbits that didn't quite make it into the story. It also has other things like descriptions of the turn order and seating arrangement which could make matters clearer. Author notes are written in italics to provide context. Enjoy!

Turn Order:

Seita

Hasegawa/Madao

Kondo

Katsura

Gintoki

Tsukuyo

Seating:

The seating follows the turn order. Tsukuyo sits on the end of the couch on the left with Seita in the middle and Hasegawa on the other end. Directly across from Hasegawa is Kondo. Katsura is in the middle and Gintoki sits at the end. Shinpachi sits on the floor between the two couches. In other words:

Hasegawa-Kondo

Seita-Katsura

Tsukuyo-Gintoki

Shinpachi

The hyphens show who is across from each other. If that only made matters more confusing, I apologize. FF net can be a real pain sometimes.

Inspiration for the Story:

For those who don't know, What's Yours Like? is a real game that you can buy. My family played it and after hearing them give hints like "Mine is empty" and "Stuff comes out of mine when I tilt it" for the Guess Word of Head, I realized that I could imagine the Gintama characters saying such things. And thus this ficwas born. All but Favorite Animal, Food, and Video Game Character are actually real cards in the game. Unfortunately I cannot take full credit for the some of the jokes, a part of the ending, and the decisions of what cards to include; my brother helped me.

Extra Gags:

Most of these gags were cut to shorten the length of the story and others referenced things too obscure.

Seita cried, "I want to play with 'What's Yours Like?' with you!"

"That's disgusting." Gintoki declared, launching up from the chair up and backing up against the wall in horror. "Children your age shouldn't be so brazenly talking about that. And why mine? Wouldn't Tsukuyo be much better?"

Lowering the box, Seita pouted, "But I wanted to play with you and Tsukuyo-nee."

Emphatically pointing with the JUMP issue, Gintoki shouted, "When that goes down you're not getting anywhere in between us!"

"What in the world are you talking about?" Tsukuyo stepped alongside the young boy and held up the box for him. "It's just a game."

"A game?" Gintoki blinked. Rubbing his chin, he contemplated Tsukuyo's answer with the insanity of the ancient Thinker statue. "I suppose under certain circumstances you could consider it a game. But when partaking in its purest essence, it can be so much more…"

"No, Gin-san. Look." Seita took off the top of the box and held up a handful of orange and purple square cards.

Eyebrow raised, Gintoki took the proffered cards and read the words written on them aloud. "Dresser, Favorite Restaurant, Armpit… hey, what is this?"

"That's what we've been trying to explain all this time," Tsukuyo sighed. "It's a board… card… it's a game called 'What's Yours Like?'"

"You say you've been trying to explain it to me, but it seems like you don't know what it is either."

"S-Shut up," Tsukuyo cried, her face flushing in embarrassment.

"You were the one who sounded completely off base. Just what were you thinking, Gin-san?"

"Shut up, Shinpachi."

"And it sounds like the more people who play, the funner it is!" Seita grinned like a child about to blow out the candles on his birthday cake.

"Seems like he needs to work on his English, too—I mean, Japanese," Katsura corrected himself. "We should play Scrabble."

"There is no Japanese Scrabble," Shinpachi corrected Katsura.

Favorite Animal Card:

"Kimba the White Lion."

"That's so old!" Shinpachi cried. "And obscure! Lions aren't normally white! Not to mention you were supposed to choose an animal species, not a fictional individual."

"Wait," Seita frowned, confused. "Do you mean the Lion King?"

Katsura slammed both of his hands on the table, yelling, "That's a rip-off!" Seita jumped. Leaning forward, the he ranted like a fanatic. "Disney stole all of the inspiration from Kimba the White Lion, which shamelessly began production the year Kimba's creator died! Both Simba and Kimba's fathers were the king of the jungle who were lured into a canyon where they were killed and their throne usurped by evil lions named Scar or in Kimba's case, Claw! There are also two wise baboons and two parrots and two hyenas—"

Everything Katsura says is true. The similarities go even farther, but I couldn't have Katsura fill an entire page with a rant. FYI I only know of Kimba the White Lion because of the commercials at the end of the old Pokémon VHS. XD.

Clothes Card:

Crossing his arms, Gintoki leaned back against the couch and smirked, "Mine hangs off my body." A dagger lodged itself in his forehead. "Gah!"

"Hmph." Tsukuyo slowly lowered her outstretched arm. "That's what you get for sounding so filthy." Raising her chin in the air, Tsukuyo declared, "Mine has hidden compartments which I hide things in."

"And you called me dirty?" Gintoki cried, ripping out the kunai from his head causing blood to fly.

After rubbing his chin for a moment, Kondo nodded. "I don't use mine much."

Gintoki whipped the bloody kunai to his right to point at Kondo, forcing Katsura, who sat between them, to lean back to avoid a blood spray. "And you hit me with a dagger?"

Favorite Hobby Card:

Katsura cleared his throat, gaining everyone's attention. "Mine is using smoke bombs and grenades. I also like to use nmaibo as a smokescreen. With all the different colored smoke I can use, they're quite handy at setting a scene's mood. And they leave a variety of scents for every occasion. No terrorist living on the run should go without one."

Favorite Hobby Card:

As furious as a hornet, Katsura reached for the hilt of his sword, about to sting his prey. "Mine is purchasing weapons like these—"

"How are you sitting with a sword at your belt?" Kondo asked in amazement.

"I stuffed it in between the couch cushions. You're doing it, too. I use these weapons to—"

"Oh yeah, that's right. So I am."

"To gut the filthy Shinsen—"

Favorite Hobby Card:

Katsura and Kondo go on a tirade about killing each other and give Seita to many hints (see above). Shinpachi suggests letting Seita have two points which Gintoki protests.

Crossing his arms, Zura shook his head so mournfully one would have believed his grandmother was dead. "I'm disappointed in you, Gintoki. I never knew you were so heartless as to not allow a child to have a handicap."

"What would you expect from a good-for-nothing?" shrugged Shinpachi.

"A wanted terrorist," nodded Kondo.

"And a free loader like me!" smiled Hasegawa.

"Hey! I do pay the rent! Every… once in a while." Letting out an irritated exhale, "Fine, whatever. Let him have his two points." After all there's no way an adult can't win at a kid's game.

Favorite Food Card:

Gintoki, whose hand was raised in the perverted police chief's direction, said, "Everyone, what's your favorite food? Mine is a strawberry parfait."

Flustered, Tsukuyo muttered, "Mine is drinking saké."

"Mine is soba. Or ramen," Zura added, a wince of regret on his face. He stuffed his hands into his kimono and bowed his head as though he was as sinner ashamedly seeking repentance, or, more aptly, as though he was a high school girl who accidently blurted her feelings to her senpai.

Bedsheets Card:

Gintoki said, "Mine keeps getting invaded by women." He bent over in the seat. A kunai sailed over him landing in the couch where his head had been moments earlier. A sharp, stabbing pain struck the top of Gintoki's bowled over head; evidently Tsukuyo had thrown two daggers at the same time. A fountain of red gushing from his head, Gintoki keeled over sideways onto the floor.

Like a refined noblewoman, Tsukuyo sat straight, shoulders thrown back, and eyes closed like a dignified noblewoman, but the large smirk destroyed the image. "I would like to clarify that there is no activity between mine."

A bloody hand slammed a dagger onto the table. A shaking Gintoki followed its appearance for he partly lifted himself off the ground. Eyes trained on the blond woman, he hissed, "D-Did you know I was going to dodge? Because if not, you would have hit my ba—"

Tsukuyo flicked another knife at his head. Gintoki dropped to the floor, shouting all manner of curses.

Favorite Video Game Character Card:

Pressing a napkin to his eye, Seita cried, "I can't believe he's gone. I miss him." Standing up he shouted, "He's standing right here!" He sat back down and raised a finger. "Ah, that's right." He looked around at everyone staring at him. Then he clamped his hands to his head and wailed, "I'm all mixed up!"

"S-So am I," Tsukuyo admitted. "I pass."

This refers to one of my favorite episodes of the Pokémon Indigo League (Kanto). James visits his parents' home and tells a tale in which his younger self froze to death. Seita recites how Ash and Brock believe the story and how Misty admonishes them. Cut because too obscure. I chose the St. Anne scene instead.

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