"Il buono, il brutto, il cattivo" [i.e. "The Good, the Bad and the Ugly"] by Ennio Morricone (1966)
I stare down the work on my desk like the Man with No Name. Were it not for the building's anti-smoking policy, I would stick stubby cigarillo in my mouth and emit meaningful plumes of nasty burnt tobacco smoke. I rub my hand over my unshaven cheek. I glare with squinty eyes. I remove sidearm from beneath poncho. And I emerge from this showdown untouched, leaving a fallen villain in the blood-soaked dust.
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