I'm looking for a "second", to accompany me to PorcFest. Somewhere in late June.
He or she must be proficient in the ways of the Samurai.
My Second also must own a luxury motor home.
I reserve the right to demand extraction from the PorcFest thing at any time.
Three steps back, to the right, and a flickering of lethal mind-blowing shit. No talk. I nod at something, you kill it. Unless, the nod is understood to be "hey, whats up". Don't kill people I nod heywasup at. Just the other ones.
My crew of first-string supermodel Samurai won't be ready for about ten years. I want a Lucy Liu, for chinky factor. And a six-foot blond. But we won't be calling her "The Bride". That'd be stupid.