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Bamboo Terror
He had gone about a hundred yards down the street, after leaving his office, when suddenly he was grabbed from behind and slammed into the mouth of a small alley. Before he had a chance to come back out of his day dreaming, his arms were pinned behind him, and a rough scar-faced Oriental was using his belly and rib cage for a punching bag. Hazzard let fly with his right leg, and the toe of his shoe caught 'Scarface' right where it hurt the most. Then while Scarface was doubling up like a wet noodle, Hazzard spun the one on his back around, grabbed his wrist, pushed, pulled, and snapped. The man let out a howl, and when he dropped to his knees, Hazzard gave him a face full of size 11 1/2C.
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"My name is Brown, John Brown," said the voice, and Hazzard thought that the man could have picked a more original name to go with the voice. "Mr. Hazzard," the voice continued, "I have a small matter of urgent business that I would like to discuss with you at your earliest convenience, preferably today."
"That would be fine, Mr. Brown. Just one moment please," and Hazzard held the mouthpiece and winked at Michiko. The pause was supposed to impress Brown that Hazzard was a busy man and had to consult his schedule. "If you could come over about . . ."
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