Бойцовский клуб

           Barkingandbarking. 

           Onespacemonkeywrappedtherubberbandthreetimesuntilitwastightaroundthetopofhisesteemedsack. 

           "Onemonkey’sbetweenhislegswiththeknife,"Tylerwhisperswithhispunched-outfacebymyear. "AndI’mwhisperinginhismostesteemedpolicecommissioner’searthathebetterstopthefightclubcrackdown, orwe’lltelltheworldthathisesteemedhonordoesnothaveanyballs." 

           Tylerwhispers, "Howfardoyouthinkyou’llget,yourhonor?" 

           Therubberbandiscuttingoffanyfeelingdownthere. 

           "Howfardoyouthinkyou’llgetinpoliticsifthevotersknowyouhavenonuts?" 

           Bynow,hishonorhaslostallfeeling. 

           Man,hisnutsareicecold. 

           Ifevenonefightclubhastoclose,we’llsendhisnutseastandwest. OnegoestotheNewYorkTunerandonegoestotheLosAngelesTimer. Onetoeach.Sortofpressreleasestyle. 

           Thespacemonkeytooktheetherragoffhismouth,andthecommissionersaid,don’t. 

           AndTylersaid, "Wehavenothingtoloseexceptfightclub." 

           Thecommissioner,hehadeverything. 

           Allwewereleftwastheshitandthetrashoftheworld. 

           Tylernoddedtothespacemonkeywiththeknifebetweenthecommissioner’slegs. 

           Tylerasked, "Imaginetherestofyourlifewithyourbagflappingempty."