<i>The monk feels as if a heavy weight has descended upon him.  He feels lethargic, tired, a constant nagging sensation telling him that something is poking and prodding at him in the depths of his mind.  Why should you wear the sash?  What good are to you it?  You are small, weak, stupid!  Even the woman is a better fighter than you are.  Look at her, bedecked in her arms and armor, prepared to strike you down at any moment!  And the hugeman?  Look at how massive he is, how powerful he is, how prepared he is to smash you into paste if you so much as try to run.  These two warriors are beyond your wildest dreams, little man!  What can you hope to accomplish beside such juggernauts, such huge pillars of justice?  You cannot even keep your eyes on a little girl and prevent her from wandering into a poisonous disaster.  Take off the sash, little man!  And perhaps launch yourself from the highest tower when you are done.  Pitiful wretch.</i>