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Jack and Guy crossed into the next county and the town of Hickory. Down main street they stopped at Del Regt's Baker. Inside was an old man with a baker's hat.

"Del Regt!" said Jack. he and Del Regt shook hands.

"what brings you to my bakery, Jack".

"I need you to make 20 dozen bagels. they are for an orphanage!" said Jack.

"Alright I will!" said Del Regt.

Del Regt went with Jack and Guy into the stock room. An assistant was sweeping the floor. Suddenly a 50 pound sack of flour fell from the top shelf! It was on course to fall right on Jack's head! The assistant drew a sword from his broom, leaped 8 feet into the air, and chopping the sack of flour in half!

"Holy shit! that is some strong kung fu!" said Jack.

The assistant turned to Del Regt. "try to be more
careful in your stock room management. This stuff does not meet OSHA standards" said the assistant.

Del Regt was furious. "I don't need big government telling me how to manage my stock room!"

Jack turned to the assistant. "what is your origin story?"

The assistant sheathed his sword and cleared his throat. "My name is Benny Chen. In my village, we drank a lot of Soda. While I was away at reform school everyone else got diabetes and died. Today I wander America searching for an American woman without tattoos"

"Many years ago, my grandfather told me 'Do not drink the white mans pepsi'. all of the merchants in town refused to sell soda. He was killed defending the town after soda lobbyists persuaded congress to send in the military" said Jack.

"I sweep up in here and Del Regt let's me sleep on a matt in the basement" said Benny Chen.

Guy turned to Del Regt. "what is your origin story?"

"I was born in Denmark. In my village we had no tennis balls. it is hard to play tennis without any balls. At fourteen I got a job shoveling coal on a freighter ship to America. in America i worked in an automechanic garage all day and practiced tennis all evening! Soon I turned pro. I won many games. But the collectivist administers of Professional Tennis did not approve of my danish screaming and fierce grunting. soon i was banned from the game. Fortunately I come from a long line of bakers, so I opened a bakery".

Del Regt and some other assistants got to making the bagels. Jack and Guy stood outside smoking cigarettes. Suddenly a young man walked by drinking a bottle of soda. He threw his bottle on the ground and then just dropped his empty bag of chips and kept walking.
Del Regt stormed outside. "What is that racket?! I heard breaking glass"

"That fella kid disposed of his bottle on the sidewalk" said Jack.

Del Regt called after the kid. "Hey! Come back here and sweep up this glass and litter!"

The suspect turned to Del Regt. He thrust his head forward and gesticulated with wide arm, head, and trunk movements. "Man Fuck you! Shit! I don't got to pick up nothin! I am a strong muthafuckin fella! I am a real Fella!"

"You are a fella! You've got to stop being a fella!" screamed Del Regt.

"you can't call me a fella, bitch!" said the suspect. He strutted toward Del Regt. He stopped a few feet in front of Del Regt. He thrust his face forward and began cussing and repeating guttural phrases and more cussing.

"here is something you need to know" said Del Regt. He punched the suspect in the breadbox. the suspect sank to the ground, all the wind knocked out of him. Del Regt dragged him up, put him in an arm lock, and shoved his face against the brick wall. "Be quiet. just stop talking"

The suspect began cussin and nonsense talking in a more desperate tone. Del Regt punched him in the kidney and then smacked him back and forth across the head. 'Be quiet. stop talking" said Del Regt.

A police cruiser stopped in front of the bakery. It was a hickoryville police officer. "what is going on here?" said the officer.

Jack spoke up. "This fella kid broke a bottle and littered in front of the shop. When the proprieter demanded he clean it up, the fella kid got nasty."

The officer stepped walked over to talk to the suspect. Del Regt loosened his arm lock slightly. "Jamal! What would your grandmother say if she knew you were being a fella jackass?"

Jamal looked at the ground. "I'm sorry". Del Regt gave Jamal a broom and dustpan. Officer Pete called Jamal's grandmother. By the time Jamal was finished Jamal's grandma and grandpa came walking down the street. Del Regt explained to them what happened.

"I'm sorry" said Grandpa. "Our daughter was a tv-addict, her daughter was really trashy, and Jamal and his peers have put enormous energy into becoming retards".

"I didn't march with you in the 1960s so your grandkids could act like fella jackasses" said del Regt.

"I didn't march in the 1960s so my grandkids could be fella jackasses either" said Grandpa. The grandparents bought some bread, then took Jamal home.

"Aren't you afraid Jamal will come back with his Fella Friends and tear this place up?" Jack asked Del Regt.

"Jamal is the only Fella kid in town. Hickoryville doesn't produce Fellas. Jamal is from out of town. His Grandparents took him in because his mom is a fella." said Del Regt.

"where do the fellas come from?" asked Benny.

"The fella kids are just the leading edge of American Post-industrial consumerism" said Officer Pete.