The shady, yet ruggedly hansome Macman walks into the bar. The rough characters sitting around the bar suddenly become quiet and watch him very closely. Pretending not to notice, Macman orders gourmet gasoline and takes a swig. The bartender gives him a rude look the entire time, but Macman can sense the fear behind the bald man's eyes. But Macman knows the bartender has nothing to fear today, he has other things in mind besides killing, at least for now.
But a metallic click beneath the counter changes Macman's mind completely. He can see it in the bartender's eyes now. Replacing the fear is arrogant self-confidence. Macman casually takes another swig, then with lightning reflexes brings the heavy metal mug down hard on the bartender's skull and leaps over the counter as a hail of bullets fire in his general direction.
Wrestling briefly with the bartender beneath the counter, Macman uses his massive strength to lever the poor bastard above the counter where the occupants of the bar take aim and fire, filling the bartender's face with about twenty pieces of led.
Drawing his twin fully-automatics from beneath his trenchcoat, Macman stands up and blasts four nearby thugs in a split second, forcing the others tp duck for cover. Showing no mercy, Macman shoots up the sideways-turned tables, blasting the men behind them into nothing more than butchered flesh.
A young man, more confident than the rest, suddenly rushes Macman, who laughs briefly inside and blasts the arrogant man's head clean off.
Getting the same idea, another group of men jump from their cover and leap at Macman, but he dismissively mows them down. Two more groups jump from the shadows. Macman blasts one group but realized he will not have time to defend himself from the other, so he activates his arm spikes and elbows the lead man in the gut, running him through completely. The others try to raise their weapons but Macman hacks them all down into bloody chunks before they even know what hit them.
Deactivating his arm spikes, Macman looks around the bar, listening very intently. A shuffle from his left and he blasts ten rounds through the last overturned table. A series of thumps informs him that his shots hit their marks.
Putting away his guns, Macman throws a five dollar bill onto the counter. "Keep the change," he says to the bloody bartender's corpse.
Then he leaves.
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