“You are a Samurai. You have a Shiki bound within you that allows you to transform into a giant, hulking killing machine! These guys are messing with you and insulting your Daimyo! Do you want to rip off one of the thug’s fingers and throw them like shurikens at the rest of the ruffians? Do you slice through the table with a ‘SHING’ as you advance upon the leader who you recognize from long ago?”

“I’ll ignore them and continue drinking my tea. They will probably go away.”

Sigh.