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Eight very sorry looking men trooped disconsolately into their boss's office. He almost spilled his espresso down his Armani suit at the sight of them.

"What the hell happened?"

"There were these four guys." A man with a very big lump forming on his head explained. "Hired guns or something. They kinda…" His voice went sheepish. "They um… kinda beat us up."

"Four of them?"

"They were good!" A man with a black eye protested. "There was this big black guy...."

"All of them were big guys?"

"Well no," the spokesman with the big lump said. "The others didn't look like much but…"

"That skinny guy!" A man with a sleeve ripped off his jacket said. "He was too fast, like…"

"And the pretty boy!" A man holding a bloody handkerchief to his nose interrupted.

"Pretty boy?" The boss stood up, face thunderous. "You got your ass handed to you by a 'pretty boy'?"

The man cringed before his employer's wrath. "He was real viscous. He kneed me in the face!"

"Don't forget about that huge black guy," black eye put in.

"I know, I know," big lump said impatiently. "And the guy in charge, he was just… well it was the way he kept coming you know…"

"They were all like that," bloody nose said. "You couldn't put them down."

"And that black guy with the gold. He was enormous!"

The boss looked at his battered and dishevelled henchmen.

"You're all fired."

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