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[Large, imposing, nearly naked man with long dark hair is in the Opera House kitchen. He's rummaging around in an open silverware drawer. Lifts up a steak knife, in his gigantic hand, it looks puny. Stares wistfully at the knife, then with a forlorn air puts it back.
More rummaging in other drawers. Comes up with a bread knife. Eyes light up and sharp-toothed grin spreads across his face as he slowing runs a finger over the serrated edge blade. Nodding approval, shoves the knife into the band of his loincloth.
Exits the room. Deep voice rumbles "Much good weapon."]
More rummaging in other drawers. Comes up with a bread knife. Eyes light up and sharp-toothed grin spreads across his face as he slowing runs a finger over the serrated edge blade. Nodding approval, shoves the knife into the band of his loincloth.
Exits the room. Deep voice rumbles "Much good weapon."]