All You Can Eat Sushi

My Facebook status tonight was:

All-You-Can-Eat Sushi? Challenge accepted.

(Aside: If I blog about my Facebook status, is that tantamount to Twittering? Tweeting? Someone please help me conjugate my social networking technology.)

So, I had sushi tonight. High-quality sushi, too; nothing but the best for your favorite ninja and his family. If there's anything better than high-quality sushi, though, it's high-quantity.

This was my third plate, before.

This was my third plate, after.
A ghost-town of clamshells and sashimi stains.

And then it was time for dessert.

Best of all, though, is that the good people at Kyojin (who will forever tremble at the sight of me, after the havoc I wreaked on their profit margins) venerated me, their uncontested conqueror. Before I had even scooped my second helping of rice pudding, they had unveiled a sushi named in my honor.

Hint: It wasn't the Unagi