Ninjas vs. Yetis

[Drunk Monk]

So here I am, slogging away in the salt mine of martial arts, reduced to making my living hawking ninja suits like some $20 pimp on the Mission, and the yeti sends out a bulk email from his jurassic wood-burning computer trying to get everyone to join him in wearing cut out masks of his cartoon yeti avatar and I'm like W - T - F ?!? Is that going to sell more kiddy-lectrik-sicilian foils? Oh hell no. Look, here in DOOM, there are two of us who threw our lives away by trying to make a living in the martial world and now, with the economic collapse, we're eating cold chili out of a can with a dirty wooden spoon. Meanwhile, I've got a kid in private school, a mortgage and a pom to support. Yeti paper masks? Gimme a break. Those are fighting words, DOOMstyle. It's on. We'll meet again in the field of battle, and this time it won't be in no gay club window filled with condom balloons and Soma crawlers gawking at DOOMass snugly squeezed into tighty-whitey knickers. Oh no. It's on. It's so on. mt108