His name was Remo and he couldn't beleive what he was hearing.

He was not too tall, not really handsome but not ugly either.  He wasn't too
muscular and was really unremarkable except for his wrists, which were
unusually thick.  He wore a black t-shirt, a tan pair of chinos and light
comfortable shoes.

He was talking to an ancient Korean man dressed in a floral printaed kimono.
 The man had whispy hair that seemed to float around his head like a cloud.

He had just returned from dumping the bodies that the old man had left in
their bathroom, again.  Unfortunately there really weren't many places in
this city to unobtrusively dump a half dozed corpses.  Sometimes Asia was
just damned inconvenient.  Now in America he could always find a convenient
dumpster or such.

But the old man was talking to him in Korean now.  "My son, I have chosen a
bride for you, though she is not of Sinanju she is strong and will make a
good match for you."  The old man raised his hands to hold off any protests
that Remo would make.  "I know that you are unworthy of the service that I do
for you now but remember that I am the heart of generousity.  But we must
continue our mission soon so be done with her quickly."

Remo sighed and walked back to the bedroom and opened the door.  Inside was a
young Japanese woman with a bobbed haircut and wearing one of those cute
schoolgirl uniforms.  He registered her appearance just before he recieced a
huge mallet upside the head.  "Remo no Baka!"

Well?  What do you think?

I don't intend to let this interfere with Measure of a Man but my fiancee and
I came up with the idea last night and have been tossing it around?