I don't understand.

How the hell are you still alive?

What's the matter?

Pretty bad for the comment you see in the sky right now passes over the Earth every six years because is a portal.

When it's open way, get a visitor from a distant galaxy poet warrior in the sci fi sense, The space man.

Well, hey comes here looking for a fight with chosen jiu jitsu.

But if he doesn't get it, he stays and he kills everything that is alien politics.

Five from 15.

Now you are all chosen jiu jitsu fighters.

But as long as you die bravely, no one else will have Thio.

It's crazy like May.

All right, thank you.

Your house.

There's no honor in killing crazy.

I can fly too.