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The Piper's only disarming quality was his knee jerk sincerity exuding naivete, "It's freaking hot, sir, and I have ice cream... sir. Want some ice cream? I got rum-banana." David's stone, popped, right between the giant's eyes! He blinked. The giant blinked. "Rum banana? I love rum banana. How much you got?" Marcus seized the moment, and made a demonically possessed face with his hands clawed near his mimed drooling yaws and like a wolf howling to the moon. He screamed, "A WHOLE FRIGGING TRUCK ... EXPLODING ... WITH NOTHING BUT RUM BANANA!!! AND IT"S MINE! ALL MINE!" The kids loved this, as they stepped in a bit. This mountain named Frank gave a quick body feint and they immediately stepped back even further. "You really got rum banana in there?" instinctively groping his rear pocket for the wallet that wasn't there. Then he paused, and reflected, "Look, kid, you are obviously really stupid - the Piper company trusted you with this truck? These children don't have a penny between them. This does you no good and only makes them feel poorer than they already feel. I'll help you back out of here." "Can't." Looking suddenly dangerous, again, Frank tensed his pectorals. "No, no, seriously. These trucks can't go backward... a safety thing. Anyway, I'm not here to sell ice cream. I want a job." A sea of assorted black bodies with a black giant just stood there with eyeballs wide in awe. "What kind of job?". "Lifeguard. The ice cream is on me. I got it for free," the young Mac shrugged. They all just knew that, somehow, someway, this AJAX had scammed the man out of the goodies in this truck and that was OK and, whoever the hell AJAX was, he was OK too.