From the writing of Nalla Mann --Bartender of the Bloody Nall Tavern
The Man stood in front of him--rifle aimed at his face. The Pineappleman just stared at him--with fire in his eyes. Sweat dripped from the man's face. His finger twitching moving slowly to pull the trigger. The Pineappleman just shoved the rifle aside just as the man's finger pulled the trigger --the shot flying uselessly into the jungle. The Man turned to run away---he got only several yards away when he fell screaming to the ground with a Machete lodged deeply into his back. The Pineappleman sauntered over pulled the Machete out of the man's flesh then pulled his gun out and shot the man in the back of the head. He turned wiped off the blade and walked back toward the river bank. He stared upriver with his teeth clenched --the boat carrying the Fat Man's son fading out of sight in the distance.
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