We can all rest easy.
I shook the last ninja out of my head.
(OK it was more of a standoff situation with a SWAT team and hostage negotiator. In the end, I acceded to his demands. I had to get him stable employment before he would vacate my skull)…
Now he has a good job at a Benihana restaurant. This place is great, if you have never been there. All of their chefs are retired ninjas.
So we can now say goodbye to this little series. I hope you had some fun with it. I know I did.
My good friend, the Ranting Geek… http://goodgeekranting.wordpress.com/ wanted me to do some ninjas on their days off, going to the beach, doing laundry, going on a date or whatever. I will leave it up to you to decide. I love the idea, but my brain is enjoying being ninja-free after all that time with them crawling around the shadowed parts of my grey matter.
So just let me know…
To ninja, or not to ninja… that is the question…
Pouring My Art Out 
But if ninjas are masters of stealth, then how do you know for sure that they’re really gone?
There might be one or two still lurking in my skull…sigh.
I don’t know about you but I’ll have withdrawal symptoms missing the chaos, mayhem and bloodshed. Perhaps a gradual withdrawal from violent Ninjas should be counseled.
Oh, another vote for peaceful, easy ninjas…
Ninjas in a new and relaxing environment might be nice.
One vote for ninjas… maybe…
It would be nice to see them relazing but I am thinking of your sanity? Sleep on it and see if you end up counting ninja’s therein lies your answer.
They could come back even if I don’t want them too. Crap. I didn’t think of that.