My father was slaughtered by a six-fingered man.
He was a great swordmaker, my father. And when the six-fingered man appeared and requested a special sword, my father took the job. He slaved a year before he was done.The six-fingered man returned and demanded it, but at one-tenth his promised price. My father refused.Without a word, the six-fingered man slashed him through the heart.I loved my father, so, naturally, challenged his murderer to a duel. I failed. The six-fingered man did leave me alive with the six-fingered sword, but he gave me these scars.I was eleven years old. When I was strong enough, I dedicated my life to the study of fencing.So the next time we met, I did not fail. I went up to the six-fingered man and said, "Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die."He offered me money, power...anything I wanted which he could give me, he offered in exchange for his wretched life.I told him, "I want my father back, you son of a bitch!" and cut him down where he stood.You know, it's very strange -- I have been in the revenge business so long, now that it's over, I don't know what to do with the rest of my life.While Wesley, who had been filling the role of the Dread Pirate Roberts, offered me that position, I am thinking of a simpler life.Although my father was a great swordmaker, and I am tempted to follow that career path, it is a bit late in life for me. I have always loved tapas, so perhaps I will open a small tapateria, for starters.If anyone knows of a good tapas chef, financier, and quality wine distributor with competitive pricing, please let me know. (I would particularly be interested in a good connection for Rioja, as I anticipate Sangria would be a big seller.)