[His stomach rumbled loudly, a rare occasion where the samurai found himself hungry even in the dead of night. Sitting up, he stared at his stomach, only to be answered by an even angrier, disgruntled growl. Food was in order, lest his appetite overwhelm his desire to sleep. Shuffling with sleep-filled eyes into the kitchen, the samurai thanked his
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The front door slams and ominous, echoing footsteps are heard. This can only mean trouble.]
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Long time no see, Samurai Jack.
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