There are twos ways for the blade to pierce the soul. Indirect and Direct.

The cowards blade is the indirect. One that hails from the shadows to hit its target without remorse and leaves them with out a clue as to who took them down. The true worriors blade is always direct. Your opponent always know who it is that took their life. They have the chance to see into your eyes to see that you mean nothing to them. That they are killing you for no other reason than living. Thats the blade of a true warrior. One that stands before you and tells you your death is nothing but a stepping stne and as your blood pools, they leave wiping your blood away and never remembering who you were.

The way to a mans heart isnt through his stomache. Nope too much gets in the way. Wat you need to do is go between the third and forth rib.

Racking up bad joojoo will only leave you in a very sticky mess but good joojoo is hard to find.

"Gus, Gus, can I ask you a question? C'mere, let me ask you a question Gus, let me ask you a question gus, let me ask you a qustion. Why is the fire so big? WHy do you make the fire so big Gus? Look at that shit its motherfuckin ridiculus Gus. The fires too mother fucking big. Why? You come in here every mother fucking year gus nad your burn down my mother fucking back yard. Why? Im cooking motherfucking burgers nad franks. Im not cooking the mother fucking brontosaurus burgers in this mother fucker. This aint the mother fucking flinstones Gus. This is my house motherfucker. Look at Charlie standing over there with third degree burns on him eating a motherfucking frank. It doesnt fucking make sense no but you take things to far Gus. I tell you to go an ince you go three inches. I tell you to go 4 inches you go five. Give a nigger a rope and he thinks he's a cowboy." by eddie murphy