Remember that scene in Pulp Fiction where Bruce Willis has to ...
Never mind. Read on.
"I can just tell 'em you ain't here," Jazzy said.
"No, that's okay. Let's see what they want," Ike said. He walked around his cubicle and headed for the lobby. A couple of them were reading the avertisements on the wall. Two more were standing near the door. A big blond man with a wicked scar on his cheek that cut through his beard was leaning against the soda machine with his heavily tattooed arms crossed.
Ike placed the machete on the counter.
"Can I help you?" he asked.
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