WHERE POLICE?! ME WANT TALK TO POLICE, NOW!

Phaah! Bird and pig meat no good. Me cut, it turn into air! Why City make many fat animals if no can use meat?! Is this what called no calorie diet? Eat air, loose much weight?

Is much bad thing do, word got "die" in it.

[Large, imposing, nearly naked man with long dark hair is in the Opera House kitchen. He's rummaging around in an open silverware drawer. Lifts up a steak knife, in his gigantic hand, it looks puny. Stares wistfully at the knife, then with a forlorn air puts it back ( Read more... )

ME TALK MUCH LOUD, YOU BUY PRODUCT NOW!!

Me do many traps. Make map, you know where all are.

Much bad man can no sneak into dwelling - Heh-heh!

(OOC - Leg traps; various trip wires and snares. Set-up outside and in the Opera House.)

[Against this backdrop, small figure works by candlelight. It's busily sharping a leg trap's teeth. The flickering light reveals more traps awaiting the file. ]

(OOC - Opera House has one creepy "basement")

Is breakfast?

Many look like Rising Sun land people.

You all call lions, make big machine man? You all go on train, high up in sky, meet pirate? You all throw small balls to catch joke animals? You all spin in many circles, turn into pretty sea boat girls?

LOOK-LOOK-LOOK! Much large roaring monster come! What do?! BANKAI!

[Animated lion skin, singing that annoying Smurf song, makes his way around the fountain ( Read more... )

Phaah!

Is no good jokes! Is what village idiots say!

You all keep what called day jobs.