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I took her in my arms and we left that dreadful scene. Ate Chinese food at my home with the chopsticks I made from bamboo leaves. She understood me and we made love like a true gentleman should to a fair lady.
He attempted to move me from the booth and I cut his arm deeply with my honed skills and even sharper shoto. He fell back. And we both looked at his arm. It was a length wise cut on his wrist and I knew that my precise instincts had taken over and this was a fatal blow. The poor soul had challenged me to combat and now will pay the ultimate price for his disrespect.
This enraged the man (if I should even call him that) and attempted to lift me from the booth. This is impossible because of my sheer mass, and he was but a weakling. I pulled my trusty blade from its holster betwixted my pant leg and informed him of my knowledge of the martial arts as I rose to meet him.