(Lao Szu, the land lordís factotum, enters, accompanied by a guard. Singing to himself, he fumbles with his keys and Ching-huaís shackles)
KISSINGER (as Lao Szu) Oh what a day! I thought Iíd die! That luscious thigh that swelling breast scented and greased, a sacrifice running with juice at my caress. She was so hot I was hard-put to be polite when the first cut ... Come on you slut!... Scored her brown skin I started in, man upon hen!