'Who the hell are you?' he cried.
'Security,' I said. 'I thought you were an intruder.'
'You stupid fuck! You broke my nose! It's my best feature!'
'Jesus,' I said, 'you're in trouble.'
He began to pull himself up. 'I'm going to speak to the goddamn manager about this . . .'
Before he could raise himself any further I thumped him on the jaw and he sagged back onto his knees.
'What the hell was that for?' he cried.
'Nothing,' I said, and thumped him again. 'But that was for "I Write the Songs That Make the Whole World Sing".'
