On the cartoon "Hamtaro" Laura is writing on her journal, which she does at the near end of every episode. "Edward." Edward's mother, 30ish, stands in the doorway leading into the living room. Next to her is a man dressed in the uniform of an Military officer.
"Edward, stop watching TV for a second. We got a special visitor. Now do you remember when I told you your long lost father died in a P.O.W. camp?" Edward's mother said.
"Yes." Young Edward said
"Well this here is Captain Jobin Koons. He was in the P.O.W. camp with your father." Captain Jobin Koons steps inside the room toward the little tomboy and bends down on one knee to bring him even with the boy's eyeline. When Jobin Koons speaks, he speaks with a pure american accent.
"Hello, little girl. Boy I sure heard a bunch about you. See I was a good friend of your father's. We were in that Afganian pit of hell over 7 years together. Hopefully, you will never have to experience this yourself, but when two men are in a situation like me and your father were, for as long as we were, you take on certain responsibilities of the other. If it had been me who had not made it, Major Tivrusky would be talking to my son John. But the way it worked out is I am talking to you, Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky IV. I got something for you." Jobin Koons said as he pulls a pair of golden goggles out of his hat. "These goggles I got here was first purchased by your great-granddaddy. It was bought during the First World War on Earth in a little general store in Albany, New York. It was bought by Private Edward Tivrusky I the day he set sailed for Paris. They were your great-grandfather's war goggles, made by the first company to ever make war goggles. You see, up until then, people just carried night vision goggles in wars. Your great-grandfather wore these goggles every day he was in the war. Then when he had done his duty, he went home to your great-grandmother, took the goggles off his head and put them in an old coffee can. And in that can it stayed until your grandfather Edward Tivrusky II was called upon by his country to go overseas and fight the Nazis once again. This time they called it World War Two on Earth. Your great-grandfather gave it to your grandfather for good luck. Unfortunately, Edward Tivrusky II's luck was not as good as his old mans. Your grandfather was a Sargeant and he was killed with all the other soldiers at the battle of Wake Island. Your grandfather was facing death and he knew it. None of those boys had any illusions about ever leaving that island alive. So three days before the Nazis took the island, your 26-year old grandfather asked a gunner on an Air Force named Gordon, a man he had never met before in his life, to deliver to his infant son, who he had never seen in the flesh, his gold goggles. Three days later, your grandfather was dead. But Gordon kept his word. After the war was over, he paid a visit to your grandfather, delivering to your infant father, his father's gold goggles. These goggles. These goggles were on your father's head when he was shot down over Afghanistan. He was captured and put in a Afghanian Prison Camp. Now he knew if he the bastards ever saw the goggles it is to be confiscated. The way your father looked at it, those goggles were your birthright. And he would be damned if any goddamn asshole were gonna put their fucking hands on his boy's birthright. So he hid it in the one place he knew he could hide something. His ass. Five long years, he wore these goggles up his ass. Then when he died of disentary, he gave me the goggles. I hid with an uncomfortable hunk of metal up my ass for two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky IV, I give the goggles to you." Captain Jobin Koons said as he hands the golden goggles to Edward.

The 25-year old Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky IV is dressed in boxing regalia: trunks, shoes and gloves. He lies on a table, resting before his big fight. He wakes up with a start. Shaken by the bizaree memory, he wipes his sweaty face with his boxing glove. His trainer Grencia Mars Elijah Guo Eckner, opens the door a little, sticking his head in the room. Pandemonium seems to be breaking out behind Grencia in the hallway. "It is time, Radical Edward." He said.
"I am ready." Edward said as Grencia steps inside, closing the door on the wild mob outside. He goes to the long yellow robe hanging on a hook. Edward hops off the table and, without a word, Grencia helps him on with the robe, which says on the back: "Radical Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky IV." The tomboy and her trainer head for the door. Grencia opens the door for Edward. As she steps into the hallway, the crowd goes apeshit. Grencia closes the door behind him.

Chapter Two: "The Golden Goggles"

"--well Victoria Terpsichore, that had to be the bloodiest and, hands-down, the most brutal fight this city has ever seen." The sportcaster said.

A taxi is parked in a dark alley next to an auditorium. The sky is pissing down rain. The sound of the car radio is being heard from outside. "...Tivrusky was out of there faster then I have ever seen a victorious boxer vacate the ring. Do you think he knew Donelly was dead?" The sportscaster continued.
"My guess would be yes, Lin. I could see from my position here, the frenzy in his eyes give way to the realization of what he was doing. I think any man would have left the ring that fast." Sportscaster VT said. Inside the taxi, behind the wheel, is a male cabbie named Gould Villalobos. A young man with a beautiful look, sits parked, drinking a steaming cup of tea out of a white styrofoam cup. The sportscasters continue their coverage on Dead Floyd Donelly Wilson. "Do you feel this ring death tragedy will have an effect on the world of boxing?" Sportscaster Lin said.
"Oh Lin, a tragedy like this cannot help but shake the world of boxing to it is very foundation. But it is of paramount importance that during the sad weeks ahead, the eyes of the HBA remain fixed on the ---" Sportscaster VT said as Gould shuts off the radio. He takes a sip of coffee, then hears a noise behind him in the alleyway. He sticks his head out of the car door to see: A window about three stories high opens on the auditorium-side of the alley. A gym bag is tossed out into a garbage dumpster below the window. Then, Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky IV, still dressed in boxing trunks, shoes, gloves and yellow robe, leaps tothe dumpster below. Gould's reaction takes in the strangeness of the sight. Gym bag in hand, Edward climbs out of the dumpster and runs to the taxi. Before he climbs in, he takes off his robe and throws it to the ground. Edward, soaking wet, naked except for the trunks, shoes and gloves, hops in the backseat, slamming the door. Gould, staring straight ahead, talks to Edward through the rearview mirror. "Are you the person I was supposed to pick up?" Gould said in a Spanish accent.
"If you are the cab I called, I am the person you are supposed to pick up." Edward answered.
"Where to?" he asked.
"The hell outta here." Edward answered as Gould twists the ignition key. The engine roars to life. The meter is flipped on. Gould's bare foot stomps on the gas pedal. The cab whips out of the alley, fish-tailing on the wet pavement in front of the auditorium at a rapid pace.

Locker room door opens, English Antonio fights his way through the pandemonium which is going on outside in the hall, shutting the door on the madness. Once inside, English Antonio takes time to adjust his suit and tie. In the room, the bloody boxer Donelly Floyd Wilson lies on a table -- dead. His face looks like he was slaughter by daggers and swords. His trainer is on his knees, head on Donelly's chest, crying over the body. The huge figure that is Marsellus Vicious stands at the table, hand on the trainer's shoulder, lending emotional support. Faye Valentine sits in a chair at the far end of the room. Vicious looks up, sees English Antonio and walks over to him. "What do you got?" Vicious asked.
"He booked." Antonio answered.
"His trainer?" he asked again.
"He says he does not know nothing. I believe him. Think Edward surprised his ass--."
"We do not want to think, we want to know. Take him to the kennels, sic the wolves on her ass. We will find out for goddamn sure for what she knows and what she does not know." Vicious interrupted.
"Radical Edward's search. How do you want it done?" English Antonio asked.
"I am prepared to scour the galaxy for that motherfucker. If Edward goes to Tokyo, Japan, I want a Red Dragon member hiding in his bowl of noodles, ready to pop a cap in her ass." Marsellus Vicious said.
"I will take care of it." English Antonio said.

Edward gets one of her boxing gloves off. Gould watches in the rearview mirror. He tries to roll down one of the backseat windows, but cannot find the roll bar. "Hey, how do I open the window back here?" Edward asked.
"I have to do it." Gould answered as he presses a bottom and the back window moves down. Edward tosses his boxing gloves out the window, then starts untying the other one. Gould cannot keep quiet anymore. "Hey, ma'm?"
"Yes?" Edward said while still working on the glove.
"You were in that fight? The fight on the radio -- you are the fighter?" Gould said as Edward tosses his other glove out the window.
"Whatever gave you that idea?" Edward said.
"No come on, you are her, I know you are her, tell me you are her." Gould said.
"I am her." Edward said while drying himself with a gym towel.
"You killed the other boxer." she said.
"He is dead?" Edward asked.
"The radio said he was dead." Gould answered as Edward finished wiping himself down, mumbling to herself.
"Sorry about that, Donnelly." She tosses the towel out the window. Silence, as Edward digs in her bag for a sweat shirt. "What does it feel like?" Gould asked.
"What does what feel like?" Edward asked after finding her shirt.
"Killing a person. Beating another one to death with your bare hands." Gould answered as Edward pulls on her shirt. "Are you some kind of paranoid?" Edward said.
"No, it is a subject I have much interest in. You are the first person I ever met who has killed somebody, so, what was it like to a person?" she answered.
"Tell you what, you give me one of those cigars, I will give you an answer" Edward said as Gould bounces in his seat with excitement.
"Deal!" Gould said as Edward leans forward. Gould, keeping his eyes on the road, passes a cigar back to her. She takes it. Then, still not looking behind her, she brings up her hand, a lit match in it. Edward lights her cigar, then blows out the match. She takes a long drag. "So..." She looks at his license. "...Gould Villalobos -- is that Mexican?" She asked.
"That name is spanish, but I am american."
"It is a very cute name." Edward said.
"It means "Gould of the wolves." Gould said.
"That is one hell of a name you got there, brother." Edward said.
"Thank you. And what is your name?" Gould asked.
"Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky IV, also known as Radical Edward." she answered.
"Edward. What does it mean?" Gould asked.
"I am a hacker, our names do not mean shit. Anyway, moving right along, what is it you wanna know, Gould?" Edward asked.
"I want to know what it feels like to kill a person --" Gould said.
"-- I could not tell you. I did not know he was dead until you told me he was dead. Now I know he is dead, do you wanna know how I feel about it?" Edward said as Gould nods his head: "yes."
"Because I am a boxer. And after you have said that, you have said pretty much all there is to say about me. Now maybe that son of a bitch tonight was once at one time a boxer. If he was, then he was dead before his ass ever stepped in the ring. I just put the poor bastard out of his misery. And if he never was boxer --" Edward said while she takes a drag. "That is what Donnelly Floyd Wilson gets for fucking up my sport."

Edward is now in phone booth talking to a unknown person on the phone inside. "What did I tell you, as soon as the world got out a fix was in, the odds would be out of control. Hey, if he was a better fighter he would be alive. If he never had laced up his gloves in the first place, which he never should of done, he would be alive. Enough about the poor unfortunate Mr. Donnelly Floyd Wilson, let us talk about the rich and prosperous Ms. Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky IV. How many bookies you spread it around with?" Edward pauses "Eight? How long to collect?" she paused again. "So by tomorrow evening, you will have it all?" Edward paused once again. "Good news, Gordon, real good news -- I understand a few stragglers aside. Me and Wen are gonna leave in the morning. It should take us a couple days to get into Tokyo. Next time we see each other, it will be on Japan time." Edward hangs up the phone. He looks at the cab waiting to take him wherever he wants to go. "Wen my love, our adventure begins." He said in jap.

Gould's tax pulled into the motel parking lot. The rain has stopped, but the night is still soaked. Edward gets out, now fully dressed in sweat shirt, jeans and leather jacket. He leans in the driver's side window. "Forty-five sixty." Gould as Edward hands her the woolong.
"Merci beaucoup. And here is a little something for the effort." Edward said as she holds up a hundred woolong. Gould's eyes light up. He goes to take it. Edward holds it out of reach.
"Now if anybody should ask you about who your fare was tonight, what are you gonna tell them?" Edward asked Gould. "The truth. Three well-dressed, slightly toasted, Japs." Gould answered as she gives her the bill.
"Bon soir, Gould."
"Sleep well, Edward." Gould said in espaniol. She tweaks her nose, she smiles, and she turns and walks away as Gould drives away.

Edward enters and turns on the light. Lying curled up on the bed, fully dressed in pajamas, with his back turned is Edward's boyfriend, Wen. "Keep the light off." Wen said as Edward flicks the switch back, making the room dark again. "Is that better, sweetheart?" Edward asked.
"Oui." he answered.
"Hard day at the office?" Wen asked.
"Pretty hard. I got into a fight." she answered.
"Poor Edward. Can we make spoons?" Wen said as Edward climbs into bed, spooning Wen from behind.
"I was looking at myself in the mirror." he said.
"Uh-huh?"
"I wish you had a pot." Wen said.
"You were looking in the mirror and you wish I had some crack?" Edward asked.
"A pot. A pot belly for you. they are beautiful." Wen said.
"Well you should be happy, because you do." Edward said.
"Shut up, retard! I do not have a pot! You have a bit of a tummy, like Megumi Hayshibara when she did "Don't Be Discouraged," it is not the same thing." Wen said.
"I did not realize there was a difference between a tummy and a pot belly." Edward said.
"The difference is huge." Wen said.
"You want to have a pot?" she asked.
"No. pot bellies make a man look either oafish, or like an ape. But on a woman like yourself, a pot belly is beautiful. The rest of myself is normal. Normal face, normal legs, normal hips. normal ass, but with a slim stomach. If you had one, you would wear a T-shirt two sizes small to accentuate it." Wen explained.
"You think others guys would find that attractive?" she asked.
"I do not give a damn what men find attractive. It is unfortunate what we find pleasing to the touch and pleasing to the eye is seldom the same." Wen answered. "If I had a pot belly, you would punch me in it." Edward said.
"I would you punch you in the belly?" he asked.
"Right in the belly." she answered.
"I would smother you. I would smother you. I would drop it in on your right on your face until you could not breathe." he said.
"You would do that to me?" Edward asked.
"Yes!" Wen answered.
"Did you get everything, muffin?" Edward asked.
"Yes, I did." he answered.
"Good job."
"Did everything go as planned."
"You did not listen to the radio?" she asked.
"I never listen to yours fights. Were you the winner?" Wen said.
"I won alright." Edward answered.
"Are you still retiring?" he asked.
"I sure am." she answered.
"What about the man you fought?" Wen asked.
"Donnely retired too." Edward answered.
"Really?! He will not be fighting no more?!" Wen asked.
"Not no more." she answered.
"So it all worked out in the finish?"
"We are not at the finish, darling." Edward said as Wen rolls over and Edward gets on top of her. They kiss passionally. "We are in a lot of danger, are we not?" Wen asked as Edward nods her head: "yes."
"If they find us, they will kill us, will they not?" Wen said as Edward nods her head: "yes" again.
"But they will not find us, will they?" Wen said as Edward nods her head: "no."
"Do you still want me to go with you?" Wen said as Edward nods her head: "yes" again.
"I do not want to be a burden or a nuisance --" Edward interrupted her by massaging his back and Wen reacts.
"Say it!"
"Wen, I want you to be with me." Edward said.
"Forever?" Wen asked.
"...and ever." Edward answered as Wen lies his head back. Edward continues to massage his back.
"Do you love me?" Wen asked.
"Oui." Edward answered.
"Edward? Can I give you an oral pleasure?" Wen asked as Edward kisses her on the mouth.
"Will I kiss it?" Edward asked as he nods his head: "yes."
"But you first." Wen said as Edward's head goes down to carry out the oral pleasure.
"Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky IV my love, the adventure begins." Wen said in jap.

Wen is now in a white silky cloth robe that seems to swallow him up. She is drying her head with a towel. Edward is inside the shower washing up. The outline of her naked body is seen through the smoky glass of the shower door. Steam fills the bathroom. Edward turns the shower off and opens the door, popping his head out. "I think I cracked a cheekbone." Edward said.
"For giving me oral pleasure?" Wen said.
"No dumbass, from the fight."
"Do not call me dumbass." Wen argued as Edward teases him in a mongoloid voice.
"My name is Wen! My name is Wen!"
"Shut up fuck head! I hate that Mongoloid fucking voice."
"Okay, sorry, sorry, sorry, I take it back! Can I have a towel please, My knight in shining armor."
"Oh I like that, I like being called a knight. Knight is better than Mongoloid." Wen said as he finishes drying his hair and wraps the towel like a turban on his head. "I did not call you a mongoloid, I called you a dumbass, but I took it back." Edward said as Wen hands her a towel. "Merci beaucoup."
"Edward?" Wen asked while drying her head.
"Yes, handsome?"
"Where are we going to go?"
"I am not sure yet. Wherever you want. We are gonna get a lot of woolong from this. But it is not gonna be so much, we can live like kings in a castle forever. I was thinking we could go somewhere in the galaxy. The kind of woolong we will have will carry us a long down there."
"So if we wanted, we could live in Saturn?"
"You bet. And if after awhile you do not dig Saturn, then we can move over to either Venus or Earth."
"But I do not speak Mexican."
"You do not speak Venusian either. Besides, It is easy: Donde esta el zapataria?"
"What does that mean?"
"Where is the shoe store?"
"Donde esta el zapataria?"
"Excellent pronounciation. You will be my little knight in no time." Edward said as she exits the bathroom while Wen stays and brushes her teeth. "Que hora es?"
"Que hora es?"
"What time is it?"
"What time is it?"
"Time for bed. Sweet dreams, Wen." Edward said as Wen continues brushing his teeth. she stops for a moment or two and then remembers something. "Edward." He walks out of the bathroom to ask Edward a question, only to find her sound asleep in bed. Then he looks at her for a moment, sighing. "Forget it."