Ibrahim was on the subway, straphanging, riding to work. He didn't realize he was standing right next door to Big Guy. As usual, Ibrahim was wearing sandals, and that was a big mistake.
        At Vangoose Station, the door sprorked open, and in jumped Saint George, meat cleaver in hand.
        "For God and country!" yelled Saint George.
        And - shloop! - the cleaver sliced through the air.
        Big Guy scuttled, skittling Ibrahim in the process, and the cleaver came zlooping down - flisk! Right through Ibrahim's foot. Cutting his big toe in half.
        "You - you virga!" said Ibrahim in horror, looking at his mutilated foot.
        "That was Big Guy," said Saint George. "Sorry about the collateral and all that, but he's the guy who killed your father. Don't you realize that?"
        From Ibrahim, no response. Why? Because he had passed out. A pity. It would have been interesting to hear what he might have had to stay. Not that George would have stayed to listen. George was already pushing his way through the crowded subway car, meat cleaver by hand, closing with Big Guy, who by this time was holding a baby girl as hostage.
        "Man's gotta do," said Saint George.
        And completed the thought with the cleaver.

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