From the writing of Nalla Mann--Bartender of the Bloody Nall Tavern
A gunshot burst through the wood paneling barely missing the Pineappleman’s head. He had to act quickly—before he was either shot or burned to death. He put his gun away and held gripped his Machete. He rolled away from the window into a crouch and then sprang into the air crashing shoulder first through the glass window into the Wheelhouse sending shards of glass in all the directions. The Fat Man’s son stood their in stunned disbelief --aiming his gun at the Pineappleman only to discover that the gun was no longer there and neither was his hand which had been severed completely off by a quick throw from the Pineappleman’s Machete. The Fat Man’s son screamed out in agony. The Pineappleman ran across the space between them tackling the Fat Man’s son to the ground.
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