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Michael and Dwight stormed down to the janitor's office, and they arrived to an old chipped door with "Jerry" on it.

"Okay so I'll threaten him and accuse him some nasty names to like uh, the nasty ..who...and...never mind. Are you ready for this." asked Michael?

"Michael, I was born to do this." answered Dwight.

They opened the door and went were greeted by and old looking man smoking a cigar with a bottle of beer on his desk. There was a moldy mop in the corner along with a bucket of brown water. And over the walls there were posters of women, way to young for this guy, in bikini's. To finish it off there was a picture of a young man from around the forties holding up a boxing trophie on the desk with dust all over it.

"I think you two fellas have the wrong room. Couples counciling is right around the corner." said the old man who had a hoarse but chilling voice.

"Your the janitor?" asked Michael.

"No I just carry around a mop so I can hit people I don't like."

"Save it for jail cause your going to be locked up for life."

"Hey I didn't do nothing.I haven't been charged for a crime since 1998, and anyone could've smashed up that car."

"No,no,no. All I hear is lies. You stool my wig while cleaning around for some extra money. I also believe that a few months back you stool my lucky yoyo.

"I don't know what the hell you are talking about! Now get out of here before I take my mop and stick it up your ass."

"Don't talk to Michael like that! You should respect for a hard working, successful man, who has a huge musical talent!" Dwight threatened.

"Talent?You want to know what talent is?" and he took the picture off his desk and wiped the dust off of it."This was me in 1942.I was on top of the world, at the peak of my carreer. Three times in a row I won the boxing championship, three times. Then one day I had a big fight. It was against Big Daddy. He was as large as boxers would come. He smacked me down and while I was on the ground he jumped on top of me.I stayed down there for two long and by the time I got up Big Daddy had already won. He crushed my hand . Back then there wasn't all of this technology like today so they had to remove my hand. I never boxed again."

By now Michael and Dwight were looking down at the ground.

Michael rose to speak, "Hey man, I'm like so sorry about this and your hand.I mean wow.I wonder what I would do if I ever lost my hand. It would me just terrible."

"You never thought about getting one of those fake hands like Luke Skywalker did?" asked Dwight.

The janitor shot him a bad look. "You think I would if I could afford to? But I'm not that desperate for money to go cleaning around like that."

"Wait let me see where your hand is missing."

"Come on Dwight, would you like it if I cut off your leg than showed everyone it."

"Actualy Michael I'dve died by the time you've finished showing everybody. And you'd really cut off my leg."

"Enough, get out of here. Just leave me so I can drink away the bad memories." said Jerry

"Come on Dwight let's go." said Michael and they left.

Jerry smiled to himself. It was just a picture of some old boxer and a made up story. But he really didn't steal the wig. He didn't even know the nut case had a wig. Jerry only told the story because he really did steal the yoyo.