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“Well, there was this knife, more aptly described as a broadsword, and I see, well, I was swinging down the street on my way to a movie and this guy, yeah.  He was about six foot eight and huge.  He was holding this knife, only to me, I would describe it as a broadsword, something from the Knights of the Round.  Before he can even open his mouth, he collapses.  Meanwhile, I can barely lift a finger to put the toupee back on his glossy head because I’m shaking so much.

He was vomiting and I knew that he was alive because he kept saying something like ‘durability’ between convulsions.  What happened next was really bizarre.  Both ends of the street flood with black-suited men, just like in a movie.

These men look tough and pissed off, the eyes behind their sunglasses are probably cold as my hands are getting.  I feel like my heart has stopped, I’m so damn scared.  As they start to inundate the street in black, they move with one will.

I figure that I’m dead anyway, so I reach down for the blade.  The blade is being covered by his vomit, but the hilt is clean. I can hear the men getting excited, but I can’t stop.  My fingers slide around the leather hilt which is oddly cold…

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