The Crowbars Break the Front Door of the Apart

I was told to clean apartments, do my work and then get out of town as quick as possible. The last apartment that i was to sterilize was on the sixth floor. There i saw mofgoons waiting for me. I had a manoeuvre worked out, with a certain blow to his temple. He had nothing, and he he had a pair of brass knuckles. Within a short time, i looked like a big red wedge of swiss cheese. And in that saving moment, when that motagoon looked down, i flew around him and over him.

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