"I'm an expert knife catcher. You there,

"I'm an expert knife catcher. You there, butcher in the assassin's garb, I bet you have a knife. Throw it here, and I'll catch it. Just make sure it doesn't spin, that's too hard."

The butcher in the assassin's garb threw the knife and I whipped out my extra arm and caught the knife in a catcher's glove I'd hidden behind my back. The audience cheered at

my quick reflexes, then sighed when they saw my blood dripping down my arm & onto the floor. The assassin's knife had penetrated my catcher's glove, but that wouldn't stop me from

a spirited bout of self pleasuring later tonight. Thinking quickly, I used the copious amount of blood draining from my hand to make the assassin's exit all slippery. Then I passed

gas, fogging up the room so that the assassin coughed so hard he was choking on it. The smoky air obscured his vision. Sliding on the bloody floor, he cracked his noggin

against the counter as he tripped over his own feet. The assassin lay unconscious on the floor, while his target smirked and walked out the door leaving the smoky room behind him.

It has been said that hit-man is a discount assassin; unbeknownst to the smug target, the man he left behind knocked senseless was the former, and a decoy. The actual assassin was

Man Ninja, Slicer of Man. The ninja is very skilled in the art of genjutsu and is using his powers to

cut cards. I would never trust a ninja in a game of Texas hold-em. They are very good at hiding their tells. Vikings on the other hand, when in the their cups, might as well

hand over the deeds to their wattle & daub long barns as soon as they order their first horn of mead. That's why Vikings are no more but invisible ninjas are everywhere.