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A furtive figure in a business suit walked into a nondescript cantina and made his way to the rear, where there was a door with a window. after a series of complex knock, a window slid open.

"When do the tires arrive?" said the voice behind the door.

"We have an arragement with the florists," respnded the stranger.

"Could we get that in red?"

"Holidays in Lodz are rather boring."

"What? You're not going to complain about the passwords?"

"No."

"Or get all huffy?" In the background, a woman's voice could be heard swearing in German.

"No."

"You sure you're a spy, then?"

"Let me in, please."

The door opened up and the stranger walked in. "You Japanese folks are awfully polite!"

"Right up to the point where we sever your head from your body, I would add."

In the cantina, several heads returned to their quiet drinking, completely convicnced that they had seen nor heard nothing.