"Tell you what! In order to limit the selection process, how about we stick to a name that starts with a "J". You know, something along the lines of...Jane... or Joan... or Jackie... or Janice..." Coming from one the rearmost tables, a man's voice called, "How 'bout Jill!" "Jill's good!" Magatrix returned. "Anybody else?" "Yeah!" a male voice called out. "How 'bout Jasmine?" "Oh!" Magatrix gleefully exclaimed. "I really like Jasmine! You know, as in it's an exotic name for exotic young. They weren’t waiting for the order to shoot me.That dipshit is chickenshit. Where the heck does someone get a fake cyanide tooth, and why would a low-level moron like him need one?One guard shot the video of the man foaming at the mouth until the man died. The other guard shot dipshit three times in the chest and twice in the head.“He wasn’t worth the extra bullets,” I told the guard that shot dipshit, just to be sure.He smiled, as he changed out magazines, and then said, “My supervisor told us. ' See the obvious problem?"Without waiting for the answer to his rhetorical question he continued. "We were called in overnight by the bank board and told to deal with our assets as best we could but we couldn't tell anyone. We are threatened with termination and prison time, so I am in a phone booth in a part of town where no one knows me." Call my mom and tell her what is going on. Tell her I said to take the operating account and any other spare dollar she has and pay the rest of the farm. “May I p-please have them back?”He stared at her for a moment, considering. Lin felt ready to collapse to the floor.Then he seemed to notice something out of the corner of his eye and said, “Not just yet. See me outside.”And with that, to Lin’s dismay, he stuffed her panties down the front of his jeans, indicating with a sideways tilt of his head that she should look in front of her.Lin turned and saw the floor manager coming toward them. That’s right, she remembered, it was closing time. .