The 47 Ronin v1.3 (c#1A72A6.fdr - Whoa is (Not)

50.
The room glows red as the Kapitan takes another draw on his
pipe, and this time we glimpse his EYES -- two cruel chips of
soulless blue sea ice.
Will I?
KAPITAN
Oishi rises...but suddenly feels UNSTEADY.
KAPITAN
You Japanese... The arrogance is
staggering. I mean, here you sit,
despised by your own people,
unwanted, unhireable...and yet you
presume to give me orders.
Oishi collapses forward as the world TILTS CRAZILY. And with
horror he realizes he’s been DRUGGED.
KAPITAN
You forget yourself, ronin. We may
not be allowed to step foot onto
Japanese soil without risking our
entire shipping operation, but the
blade cuts both ways. This is
Dutch land.
You can almost hear the bastard grinning.
Oishi goes for his sword -- but the table EXPLODES UP, thrown
across the room as easily as a toy.
Oishi stumbles back and watches in horror as the Kapitan
steps into the light. The man is enormous. An eight-foot
bearded hulk, stacked with the heavy, unnatural muscle only
the sea can give.
This is why they call the Dutch “barbarians”. The Kapitan
makes Conan look like a sissy kid brother.
Oishi’s sword lay at his feet. He moves for it, but the
Dutch giant’s hand snatches out and grips him by the collar.
Lifts him as easily as a child -- awesome strength -- then
HURLS him across the room!
WHAM! Oishi SMASHES against the wall and slams to the floor.
POV OISHI: As the Giant stomps toward him, the world turning
SURREAL from the drugs.
Oishi tries to crawl to his sword, but the Kapitan grabs him
by his topknot and SMASHES him -- CRRRAAAASH! -- into his
desk with enough force to SHATTER it to kindling.
And then the Dutchman lifts him up, CHOKING HIM to death.
Oishi struggles as the bastard laughs, and just as the lights
are about to go out forever --