Oh, so you want some Shaolin Dolemike?

"Skawren!"  "Skawren Oshaughnessy?"  screams Dolemike as the doors roll open.  He sees men packing up stolen merchandise for shipment and sale.

"Who are these motherf**kers?" says Dolemike to himself, walking forward.  The hoodlums begin to form a circle around him.

But, as advertised, Dolemike had just returned from Mother Africa, where he had learned some new tricks.

Force lightning.  Locust style kung-fu, as was banned by the govt because it tends to encourage revolution.  The act of breathing in and out at the same time.

With the hoodlums laid-out hurting, Dolemike says, "looks like my bagman done gave me the wrong address again."