“ohayo gozaimasu seNor sumi.  what kind of image would you like me to tattoo on your stomach?

” hearts shaved into the side of the forest drinking arrows of chalk.  punishing the tables that will be whittled from their ping pong torsos.  there’s enough to go around and around the entire useless highway systems that used to serve the lumber lodge their prime rib specials.  saw dust spectacle ripped off the stem.  juicy boots kick the separated limb wallowing in the trenches of another sporting match hosting committee free-for-all at the most picturesque cave your country has crying out for honor.  please taste this local delicacy, it’s called cauterized protein on a carbohydrate that’s been dehydrated,  re-hydrated then fried in oil.”

“so, i’ll just make some sort of red dolphin jumping over your umbilicus.” 

“as long as it lasts until thursday.”