Here’s some more Destroyer…
Vinnie Dorito stared at his feet in disbelief. He just couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that he could see them. He hadn’t seen his feet in over 25 years, and now he was able to see almost all the way to his ankles. He knew he hadn’t been quite as hungry as usual since he started making this movie, but he didn’t think he had been skipping that many meals. He had noticed that since he started those breath exercises, he was feeling much more spry. He had even begun finding Di attractive again. He had forgotten how much fire she had within her, and how that anger used to drive her passion when they were younger. This new found energy almost tempted him to pick a fight with her, just to “get things going.” Instead, he just stood in line at the catering truck, waiting to fetch her lunch.
“Who are you and what have you done with my husband?” said Di.
“I’m a changed man, baby,” replied Vinnie.
“This changes everything, you know” sighed Di, flippantly.
“What do you mean?”
“If I wanted a real man, I’d have married Ted Malone, instead I picked you.”
“Suddenly, I’m not good enough for you?”
“Suddenly? Suddenly? When were you ever good enough for me?” mocked Di, “now make yourself useful and get me a burrito.”
“You have no manners, Remo” chided Chiun.
“What do you mean, Little Father?”
“You should not have run out on Mr. Hog like that.”
“Hamm, his name is Killroy Hamm.”
“Whatever his name is, he is an esteemed thespian, and you should be honored by his presence,” lectured Chiun.
“What’s he doing here anyway?”
“He has come to offer his expertise in filming the final scenes.”
“What does he know about Sinanju?”
“More than you know about making movies,” smirked Chiun.