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           Thecopscomeupthebussteps,thefirstcopsaying, "Youcuthimyet?" 

           Thesecondcopsays, "Doitquick,there’sawarrantoutforhisarrest." 

           Thenhetakesoffhishat,andtomehesays, "Nothingpersonal,Mr.Durden.It’sapleasuretofinallymeetyou." 

           Isay,youallaremakingabigmistake. 

           Themechanicsays, "Youtoldusyou’dprobablysaythat." 

           I’mnotTylerDurden. 

           "Youtoldusyou’dsaythat,too." 

           I’mchangingtherules.Youcanstillhavefightclub,butwe’renotgoingtocastrateanyone,anymore. 

           "Yeah,yeah,yeah,"themechanicsays. He’shalfwaydowntheaisleholdingtheknifeoutinfrontofhim. "Yousaidyouwoulddefinitelysaythat." 

           OkaysoI’mTylerDurden.Iam.I’mTylerDurden,andIdictatetherules,andIsay,puttheknifedown. 

           Themechaniccallsbackoverhisshoulder, "What’sourbesttimetodateforacut-and-run?" 

           Somebodyyells, "Fourminutes." 

           Themechanicyells, "Issomebodytimingthis?" 

           Bothcopshaveclimbedupintothefrontofthebusnow,andonelooksathiswatchandsays, "Justasec.Waitforthesecondhandtogetuptothetwelve." 

           Thecopsays, "Nine." 

           "Eight." 

           "Seven." 

           Idivefortheopenwindow.