An Average Man of Average Size

Once the large man left, the average sized man breathed a sigh of relief.  He looked at the bartender and smiled. 
"I thought it was about to get rough there for a while."  He laughed nervously.  The bartender stared at him for a moment.  The man was sweating, his eyes blinked constantly.  If he had been a detective looking for a criminal, this man would have been his prime suspect.

"He was probably having a bad day, these days, that's par for the course."  The average sized man settled down, he cupped his drink in his hands and drifted off into some far away thought, that only he was privy to.

Seemed as though it was going to be quiet after all. 

Sirens blared in the distance, they were coming closer but, would it be soon enough?  The bartender, the average sized man and all the other patrons of the bar sat still, they barely breathed.

The large sized man held a drink in one hand and a shotgun in the other.  He glared at the people in the bar.  They could see his lips moving although he didn't actually say a word.  Outside they could hear police..   The large man finally spoke, he glared at them.. "Well it's time, Time to do something Really Big!"

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