Dum dum... All over, the Samurai hears voices. "Stuff is BAD", the voices say. He knows it is not so. He knows the truth. He is a Samurai. "Stuff is awesome." The words rumble in MANLY baritone "You just want it to be bad," "Because there's something wrong with you." Nothing is wrong with Him. He is a Samurai. The voices chorus, "No way. YOU are dumb." Samur-eyes thin and steel. Should he cut them? No. He cuts for honor. Not for pity. He knows when to cut. He is a Samurai. In a flit of air; at the club once more. He is happy to see the ladies dance. They know that stuff is awesome. And of the awesomeness to COME. They see Him waiting, and they know... He is a Samurai.