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[i]How many times have you heard the phrase, "I wouldn't want to meet _____ in a dark alley"? Probably more than a few. Who was it that you didn't want to meet, though? Probably Rob Schneider.

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But, who came in second place after that guy? Easy.

Donny was leaning against the brick wall of a cheap apartment, smack-dab in the middle of that aforementioned dark alley. The tip of his short cigarette smoldered, casting curly ribbons of smoke into a cool breeze. He wasn't the type of man to waste his time chilling in random alleys, so why was he here? Another easy answer. He was here to kill someone. Who? You son of a bitch, stop asking me all these questions. What am I, Wikipedia?  Why would I ask you if I'm Wikipedia? Because you won't stop asking me shit! Huh?... What the fu-[/i]

[color=fff200][b]*Donny suddenly scowled and shot the dumbass guy writing out this introduction, Magnum barrel flashing, the alley reverberating with a sonorous crack. In another dimension, some complete gopher dick who called himself a doctor but totally wasn't got shot in the left eye through his computer monitor and tumbled limply to the floor from his seat. Donny's cover was blown, and the target he had been hired to kill surely would have heard the gunshot. It had been worth it.*[/b][/color]