Pining for dismemberment
Well, it’s been a while, but I’ve taken a 15 minute break from wedding preparations to play some game. All I want to do is go on a killing spree with my napalm thrower and watch the bodies pile up, but noooooo… I’ve got to talk to flower sellers and figure out plots. Sometimes I yearn for Soldier of Fortune…
“Maybe you’d like to buy something for your girlfriend”, the flower seller says.
“Hey”, I say, “that’s a great idea. How about one of those clay pots with the red flowers in them”
“Those are 5 yen each. You want me to wrap it for you?”
“No, that’s okay. I’ll just give it to her like this. Here’s 5 and 1 extra for you”
“Oh, thank you. I hope she enjoys it!”, says the flower seller as she hands me the clay pot.
“I’m sure she will. Good-bye.”

Whore