Pulp Hedge.


Two rats stood outside of a building.

"So, this is place?" One asked.

"Yep, Jules. And, we've got an hour."

"So, are you ready for your date with Mia Wallace tomorrow night?"

"I'm not sure."

"I'd suggest getting ready, Vincent..."

One hour later, they snuck into the building.

They crawled into a small rat hole, and in the hole were three more rats.

"Hello, everyone. I'm Jules, and this is Vincent."

No one responded.

"Cat got your tongues?"

One rat begin to speak.


Suddenly, Jules pulled out his gun and shot a rat in the chest.

The rat who had begin to talk screamed.

"Oh, I'm sorry...Did I break your concentration?"

The rat begin to breath hard.

"Marsellus Wallace is pretty goddamn pissed off, ya know."

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

"Where's the goods?"

"In the bag behind Vincent."

Vincent pulled out the suitcase, and entered the combination: 6-6-6.

Everything was there.

Jules smiled, and turned to the rat.

"What's your name?"


"Really? Hi."


"Like I said, Marsellus is VERY pissed off."

"I'll make it up to him!"

"Oh, but its too late for that now, Chris. By the way, why'd you try to fuckin' mess with him?"

"I didn't!"

"Does Marsellus Wallace look like a bitch?"


"Then why'd you try to fuck him like one?"

"I didn't!"

"Yes, you did."

"No, I didn't!"

"Yes! Yes, you did, Chris. And Marsellus Wallace don't liked to be fucked by no one except Ms. Wallace."

"I'm sorry!"

"I'm sorry, too, Chris. Sorry for your soul."

Vincent shot the other rat in the head.

Chris screamed as his friend fell to the ground. Dead.

Jules aimed his gun at Chris, and Vincent did the same.

Chris screamed as hundreds of bullets tore into his body...