| THIS IS A READ-ONLY ARCHIVE FROM THE SORABJI.COM MESSAGE BOARDS (1995-2016). |
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two ninjas, KA and SADAHIRO are sitting at a glass table in an outdoor cafe on a cobblestoned street in some old looking european town. KA is sipping tea from a tiny tea cup. SADAHIRO watches every move closely. SADAHIRO begins to speak in a Fabio-esque voice. [SADAHIRO] don't you ever get sick of this crap? KA looks up from his cup, annoyed. His voice is thin and feminine [KA] what crap? [SADAHIRO] you know. the ninja crap. the old european town crap. the you always drinking that fucking tea from that ridiculously small cup crap. [KA] this again? [SADAHIRO] sure, why not? [KA] because it never changes. because you're a whiney little bitch. because ninjas kill like jaguars. [SADAHIRO] jaguars? [KA] yea, dumbass. ninjas flutter through the night on the wings of giant moths, dropping down on unsuspecting prey like jaguars. [SADAHIRO] jaguars. [KA] our polished steel blades strike like the teeth of serpents... [SADAHIRO] our purple asses taut like the mandrill's [KA] ...our taut asses smiling like a hippo on sunday. Ah! [SADAHIRO] What is it? !!! a WOOSH signals something flying rapidly through the air. KA snatches what appears to be a small, hand carved dart from the air. [KA] erection! [SADAHIRO] direction? KA points to a distant building. with a giant leap SADAHIRO launches into the sky towards the building. KA leaps a split second later. They land lightly on the roof together, dropping instantly into ninja poses. A MAN approaches them from the other side of the roof. [MAN] buy my wares? [SADAHIRO] wares? [KA] wares. [MAN] i've got naughty bits to sell. [KA] do you dry your own snakes? [MAN] yes. i... [SADAHIRO (interrupting)] destroy the unholy beast! [MAN] ...no, i'm... i am the unholy beast. [KA] we know. [SADAHIRO] that's what i meant. [MAN] oh. enormous swordfight ensues. KA falls from the building top to his DEATH. SADAHIRO beheads the MAN. the beheading is exactly as in the end of REVENGE OF THE NINJA III, as hommage to sho kasuki. [ROLL TITLE] |
Each to his own... |
they walk by all day long here with guitars, pornstar purple sunglasses, bleached 'punked-out' hair, jeans, spikey belts and grimaces that show no fear. i've always wanted two groups of four who pass each other on the street to suddenly stop, drop their guitars, fight (complete with low-budg kung-fu fight sound effects), bow to each other bloddied and move on. its in development you know. |