I was having dinner at this Chinese restaurant which had authentic Chinese music playing. Not that I have a problem with Chinese music, but this time round, I became a young disciple of martial arts in training, who had a penchant for playing pranks on fellow disciples. Reminiscent of happier times. Then the music became melodramatic. An incoherent scream in an exotic language (resembling a wail of a wounded animal), and a crash through the window onto the streets were all that were remaining for the transformation into a formidable opponent.
The adrenaline rush to avenge fallen comrades ruined my appetite.
Goddamn you, brilliant martial arts movies...
The adrenaline rush to avenge fallen comrades ruined my appetite.
Goddamn you, brilliant martial arts movies...
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