Of Swords and Parasols

Well, in the case of Iron Klaus it's more like "Don't ask, don't get shot at and reassigned to Alaska". I rather want to do an Eroica/Saiyuki crossover at some point wherein Sanzo and the Major have a spot of male bonding over multiple cups of bad coffee and endless packs of cigarettes, snarling about how their underlings are all perverted, incompetent idiots and their superiors are the same but even worse, and let's not even MENTION how much more annoying the rest of the world is, particularly all those perverts who keep hitting on us, wouldn't it be so much nicer if we could just SHOOT THEM ALL, because our guns are our only real friends...

And that is an amusing theory, although I suspect the simpler explanation is "who cares so long as it looks cool?".

_{But what's with this "remembers your generation" jive -- just how old do you think I am, grandpa? Wait, wait, before you answer that, lemme adjust my hearing aid and take a quick restorative bath in the blood of virgins...}