“Just think of it as a picnic with guns and monsters instead of mosquitoes and ants. Do we have fun or what?”

“As a child growing up in San Francisco in the 1950s, I sometimes met insults when I ventured outside of Chinatown or my neighborhood. I have even been spat on and threatened with a knife. I could have let my anger fester until it became hate. However, I realized they were isolated incidents, and I simply got on with my life.”

“Just think of it as a picnic with guns and monsters instead of mosquitoes and ants. Do we have fun or what?”