"There. She looks beautiful now." Those were Kenshi's words after he just finished washing his car at the town's car wash. He put the spray gun back in it's holster on the brick wall. He walked back to the car and got it, sitting in the soft maroon seats. After starting the engine, he hit play on the portable cd player laying in the passenger seat which was connected to his stereo deck through the tape player. The speakers started playing Fear Factory. He put the shifter into drive and spun his tires a little on the watered down cement before exiting the car wash. He turned left onto the highway and drove to the other side of town. When he had went about two miles, he turned into his friend's driveway.

After parking, he stepped out of the car and walked up to the door of the house. But just as he got near, the door opened and his friend was standing there. "What's up fool?" said his friend. Kenshi replied, "Not much Brian. You ready to go?" "Let me go put on a better shirt and get food money." Brian walked to another room in the house unseen from the front door. Kenshi stepped into the doorway allowing the glass door to close behind him. He awaited just within the door. Soon his friend returned and they both exited the house. Kenshi returned to his newly washed car, this time accompanied by his friend, and they set out for the city of Nineveh. On the way they conversed about various stuff. One of the first topics however was the recent affection between Kenshi and Leslie that the whole school knew about. "So... What's the deal between you and Leslie man?" asked Brian. "Well... You know..." responded Kenshi with an embarrassed expression. Brian laughed. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you loved the girl." Kenshi didn't respond except for a smile. He kept his gaze upon the road in front of the car. Brian laughed again. The two continued to talk on the trip to Nineveh.

After approximately 30 minutes, they reached their first destination, Burger King. They wasted no time in exiting the car and entering the building because their stomachs were quite empty. There was no line to wait behind so they approached the counter. They ordered their usual double whoppers and sat at a table in the corner of the building. It was only a minute before their food was ready. Kenshi got up, retrieved it, and carried it back. They had a brief conversation about how grease makes food better as they ate. They conversed about other stuff as well, mostly random subjects. It was no more than ten minutes before they finished eating but they sat for a few minutes afterwards. Finally, they threw away their garbage and walked contentedly towards the door. When they exited, there was a group of black people walking towards the door. There were six of them. Kenshi happened to glance at one of them. He replied to Kenshi, "What you staring at, motha fucka?" They were all wearing clothes that could be pictured on a gangster. Kenshi stared back at him and slightly laughed. Brian backed up as they encircled Kenshi. Brian was worried, not that Kenshi would get beat up, but that it would cause an unwanted scene.

Kenshi was a little larger than any of the others but was obviously outnumbered. Anyone that was not aware of Kenshi's special abilities would bet on his opponents. To add to it, Kenshi's clothes did not reveal that his structure was mostly muscle rather than fat. Kenshi let out a warning first. "Any one of you who touches me is gonna live to regret it." The one who had spoken to Kenshi before pushed his shoulder as if to test him. Kenshi smiled as he pushed him in return. He flew back several feet and hit the car they had all came in. They all got angry and started hitting Kenshi as they cussed at him. Kenshi was unaffected by their barrage of attacks and started hitting them back. Each one that he hit fell to the ground on the first hit and didn't get up. Finally there was only one left standing. He backed up realizing that he wasn't going to win. Kenshi looked at him smiling humorously. He said nervously to Kenshi, "You think we were really gonna hurt you? We were just messin with ya." Kenshi hesitated for a second as if he was considering not touching the last person of the small group. Then he smiled and replied, "Well I wasn't." Kenshi kicked him in the stomach, causing him to fly into a trash can.

This left everyone of them laying on the ground as Kenshi and Brian started walking back to his car. But as they started walking, they heard a lot of noise from inside the restaurant. They turned around to see that the few people inside were applauding and cheering for Kenshi. The two of them continued walking to the car. Once they got in, Kenshi noted, "Ya know, it was a lot easier kicking their asses than kicking the asses of others like me."