We see on screen white text reading: 1998 (Present Day) - Criterion Building.
Mr. James climbs down a metal ladder into a cavernous underground layer, wearing a bright yellow hard hat with a light on top and an orange reflective safety vest. Lights are strung about and screwed into the walls.
Jimmy walks passed various pieces of equipment and piles of construction materials.
"Mr. James," says the supervisor, who walks over and shakes Jimmy's hand.
"So, how goes my super secret underground bunker?"
"Everything is on schedule."
"There will be a super secret elevator leading to it, right?"
"Yes, sir, right where the ladder is."
"Good, good. Just making sure. Security tells me you wanted to see me, Korg. What's the dealy-o?"
"It's over here," he leads the way while explaining, "A couple of my guys were clearing piles of rock and sand and found this," he points at the wall.
"Aaawww, did somebody vandalize my super secret bunker already?" he adjusts his glasses.
"Mr. James, they're ancient drawings. Probably prehistoric."
"Oh. Ooohhh, I see," he looks more closely, "That's a little caveman there. Looks a lot like Dave; freaky. And hey - that almost looks like a coffee cup he's holding. Hey - doesn't your family make coffee?"
"For several generations, sir. Ancient family receipt."
"Well, cool beans," Jimmy pulls back.
"Not so fast, Mr. James. given we've found this, we're legally obligated to inform the state, which will designate this a historical landmark and will attract archaeologists the world over. Construction will be terminated."
"Oh, geeze - not my super secret underground bunker; I need that. What if the Russians or those Chinese attack while ol' Bill is busy gettin' another Hoovering? Gotta have the bunker. How many people know about this?"
"Me, my foreman and the two who found it."
"So, that's four people. Tell you what..." he moves in closely, "I'll give you fifty-thousand dollars - to split any way you see fit - to make this problem go away."
"Fifty-thousand tax free dollars?"
"Um hum."
"Why, Mr. James ... what problem?"
"That's what I wanted to hear," he slaps Korg on the back, "Just have security page me before you leave and I'll have the cash on hand. Get 'er done, Korg," Mr. James heads back up the ladder.
Once up the ladder, Korg bends over and pulls an object out from behind a rock. It's the mug. He drinks from it, puts it down, and picks up a pick axe.
"Yes, siiirrrrr..." he breaks the painting with the axe.
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-THE THAG-
