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"Ha", I thought as the elephant came toward me like some big grey boulder that was holding a knife, "like any fuckin' elephant is gonna do me in. I'm not gonna go out THIS way. I promised my father this, before he died."
I caught the elephant's trunk with one hand, stopping it cold. "Bad move" I said in a low growl, and struck my fist out, faster than the eye could see. The elephant's face caught the brunt of my hand's monumental blow, and its head richochet'd off the window, only to meet my other hungry, waiting fist. The next 10 seconds were brutal for that elephant, as I landed blow after blow. Soon my fist was covered in elephant blood, as was the elephant's pinstripe suit. It sat, dazed and wobbling in the seat next to me.
"Time to end this game" I said to the elephant, raising my hand. Just as I was about to land my killing blow, taught to me by my master Lo Quan Chi, black belt of the deadly art of Po Nin Sai, I heard behind me: "That will be quite enough."
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