I'm an unusual mercenary. Some call me a Ninja, but that's one of many labels. I don't charge by the day, You can just buy me once. I have no legs so you need To bring me your victims And drop them into my knives. I'll keep cutting and slashing until you tell me to stop. Pour out the remains into your glass. Yummy!

None save Lestat, et al., can escape me.

Whether a single shed, Or a red path to bed. The seer of counting ‘love-me’s, Plucked from atop the head.

I won't say a thing, my lips are sealed all day, every day. And I live under the sea, so you would hear me anyway.

A tool for opening crates and yet also a powerful weapon to fend of some pirates