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crouching tiger and the hidden dragon was Kung Fu Flea.

Kung Fu flea dealt out the Maj Jong tiles. Crouching Tiger restrained its potent force; Hidden Dragon considered its tiles from beyond. Det J had the know-how. Morgan Conquest

just kind of flailed about. How the hell was he supposed to win a Mahjong game against a Kung Fu flea, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Tiger and Det J? Where was Mulan when you needed her?

"I was defeating the Japanese Mafia, that's where I was," said Mulan, rolling her eyes. And with a sweep of her hand, she knocked over the Mahjong table and leapt out the window.

"Whoa! Where are we?" "I'm floored!" The Mahjong tiles had never been more puzzled. Now that Mulan and the others were gone, they could openly talk among themselves again.

"Some people just don't get us," the tiles complained. "That's it I'm going back to China where we are played like poker not memory!" the south wind stomped off. Matchless mahjong

Pieces wept while Mr. Tile and family flew back to Xhianghpu. Ma Jong tried to get his address but it was in an obscure factory. Mr. Jong begged the south wind to take them to

Obscurity and they wound up in Omaha. Mr. Jong now runs a very successful flooring enterprise from there all the way over to Sioux City. Mr. Tile has never forgiven him.