Yoshi's School of Yakuza

Hey my friend, say Konichiwa to my sweet Desert Eagle, because me, I like the heft and dependability of a fine Israeli made sidearm.

Tim prefers a small caliber spray in close quarters, good for a quick Yen and opium haul by smacking down a dealers nest of nodding arm spikers and ephedrine tweakers in some Kobe love hotel.

Tam knows that when freedom and democracy come talking, the American military walks with some big ass sticks. Didn't Massabesic voted her most likely to shave her head, dress in black, and snipe from the highest tower? And since we bought the bike in the back there on a whim, she will ride to the tower. Death pedals in on a pink moto-cross bike... but we knew that already.