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me. Just because I ain't smart,.." Frank began mumbling incoherently and rolling his eyes in jerky fits. "Price?" "Uh,.." looking intensely at the paper again, "S e e n Price? Office cross town." After blowing his nose into the paper bearing the badly scribbled directions, he abruptly asked, "Got a Coke machine?" Frank didn't wait for an answer but was wandering into the inner hallway and looking left and right. "Gotta take a piss. Man! Gotta take a piss." The big guy ran and grabbed him by the arm, dragging him very forcefully toward the door. "We know Mr. Price. We'll take care of it. You want Coke - go down the street. You gotta piss, do it in the alley way." Frank was bum rushed out bellowing, "A whole fucking morning for ten bucks! Cheap bastard, don't do business with him." "Get lost," was the returned advice. There were others in the back rooms, he heard them. "Now to listen," he thought. Besides he was rather drained by carrying that TV two blocks away and and back. Frank didn't want to risk everything on questionable acting skills. Anyway, he brought his own soda along which he thought of as field rations. "Hmmm, what's see what's playing on the radio?