How kind is it if it's not likely to happen, really? It's an empty promise. Still, I want you to imagine: an old city. Canals everywhere. Gondoliers. If you're lucky and stand on a certain bridge at a certain time you can hear them sing as they row past. If you're unlucky, you get someone who can't. There's an...

[After a pause.]

Cafe I liked to go to when I had the chance. I rarely did, at least at first. I'd gone there to pass along a message to a certain woman, my master. I was thrown into the water three times before they were satisfied. [In their own way. He might've been hot tempered. There might have been training involved. When he saw Joseph get his ass kicked by Lisa Lisa, a part of him might have gone, "You know, now that it's not happening to me it's actually really great to watch."]

Still, in its own way, it was fun.