Zhu laughs nervously, waving one hand in a dismissive, disarming gesture.<br/><br/>"Please do not misunderstand!  I mean no criticism.  I was hoping to, ah, ease the situation, not make it more tense."  His grin is certainly boyish and friendly.  "This is<em>much</em>more fun than yet another amateur poetry recital, judging the verse of half a dozen bureaucratic applicants trying to butter up their future boss.  In any case, I have heard that the very worst thing about being assigned to work with the Duke of Thunder is...that Monkey."<br/><br/>Shu, this is going to take a bit.  It is at least do-able, so far as you can tell, and you won't have to camp out on this side of the gate...