It's 0530 in the morning and you're out walking your dog along the bank of river in a rural district northeast of Tokyo. Suddenly you hear the staccato footfall of a group of runners approaching. Emerging from the early morning mist are four females in their 20s clad in gym uniforms, and one male, looking for all the world like a drill sergeant putting new recruits through their paces.

Suddenly, to your amazement and astonishment, you encounter a scene reminiscent of Stanley Kubrick's "Full Metal Jacket," and the runners begin to sing, in cadence,

I don't know, but I've been told.

Eskimo ***** is mighty cold!

Mmm, good!

Feels good!

Is good!

Real good!

Tastes good!

Okay, we made up the part about the drill song.

My question is how much does he get paid to train those skanks? I might be interested in becoming a trollop trainer if the salary is good enough.