What's up with the Shaolin Monks?
I mean, one day they are all noble, secretive, have mad skills and seemed to be doing ok just on their own.
Wing Ho: Yo, Chow Fat...kick me in the junk.
Chow Hai: Naw man, I ain't kickin' you in the junk!
Wing Ho: C'mon dude, TRUST me! Kick me in the fucking JUNK! NOW!
Chow Hai: Shiet dawg, hell no, I'm telling you now, I ain't kicking you in the junk!
Wing Ho: Your flied lice sucks and your Ford is slow, you speak too fast all the time, also, your Kung Fu skills are whack!!!!
Chow Hai: You have insulted my lice, my Tempo, my tempo, and my tempo! *kungfukick!*
Wing Ho: MUAHAHAHAHA I AM INVINCIBLE! I will take my show on the road, not unlike a circus!
Chow Hai: It's not over yet Wing Ho! We must now Kung Fu fight!
[flying through the air]
[lasers being shot out of swords]
[Wing Ho uses his freeze move on Chow Hai]
Wing Ho: *breatheless* brother...I will take my show on the road, I have already assembled a small army of Monks that agree to be showcased...on being kick in the junk. The circus is a very well respected establishment, we will be kicked in the junk all over the world! NO ONE CAN STOP ME!