"That’s the Grandmaster in the back. He doesn’t speak much English. He was number one in China back in 1980, so I knew of his name long before I met him. He’s very humble. A true gentleman fighter. He’s 68, but I’ve seen him put a spear against his neck, and use it to push a car."
"So at what point can you call yourself a Grandmaster?"
"A Grandmaster doesn’t say he’s a Grandmaster. Other people say it for him."
When she spreads her legs and she’s already wet: