"Don Shuntaro, there is a cut on your cheek!"
"Do not faint, seniorita, it is a mere scratch. In the night, I faced my nemesis, that upstart Zorro. He demands that the campesinos be set free"
"Yes, the people want to be free, Don Shuntaro."
"Free to do what, starve? Because that is what would happen without my benevolent guidance. My taxes are modest, my discipline is gentle."
"If you say so, Don Shuntaro."
"I do. Now you must excuse me, I am scheduled for a manicure by the grownups. My fingernails are rapier-sharp, so I must wear these gloves at night."
"But those gloves do not match, Don Shuntaro."
"Yes, it is hard to get good help these days."
