Chin-Woo taps his finger on the red X on the map for emphasis. "Johnny Tso's drug house is here, nestled right in amongst suburban neighbors with flamingos on their lawns and 2.3 kids - except he's got security cameras and 4.5 guards every hundred feet."
"Well, we have to get in, but how?" asked Candi Kwan in her strange hybrid Cantonese-Brooklyn drawl, as she craned her head around to look at the map over Chin-Woo's hand.
"Leave that, to me." crooned Slate McMurdoch smoothly, dressed as a high-class caterer, as he wheeled a concession cart into the room. He nonchalantly opened the cart's side to reveal a cache of automatic weapons and a grenade launcher. "Our catering service will make your pool party a blowout you'll never forget."
Li Wen grabs one of the M-5s and carefully looks it over before slamming the clip into place. And with every bit of seriousness in his deep baritone voice growls "I hope we're bringing barbecue... Cause I plan on making the kill slaw."
Sadly, it wasn't mine. It was from The Critic. Along with one of my other favorite one liners after a cop smashes a guy's head into a file cabinet that then has a door open up "File him under 'G'... for garbage."
Oh my, I just realized this may have been a legitimate but confused post about Feng Shui, the Eastern philosophy of the flow of energy and all that, the name upon which this site for the Feng Shui roleplaying action game is based. I'm a little slow sometimes. The OP has the wrong Feng Shui site, I'm afraid.