The attempts on my life by the Foreign Affairs Office grow increasingly predictable. Just yesterday, my assigned official offered me a cup of a soup, and then stabbed me repeatedly in the neck.
As anyone who's ever even glimpsed a pamphlet concerning the races knows, the musculature of a Han Chinese is simply too weak around the wrists to cause any real damage to one of Nordic descent. We had quite a laugh about it afterward, and I joked that if they didn't get any new additions to their library soon, at least they would bore me to death!
Well, I laughed.