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Call Marcellus Wallace
You dial the number, and get Marcellus. He sounds like he's in a foul mood.
"What?", he demands.
"Yo, Marcellus! I got a dead Alienater problem here, man!", you reply.
"Hmmph. Alright, Jules, I'm on this. I'm sending the Wolf directly.", he says, and hangs up.
Exactly what you wanted to hear!! You sit back in the chair, and patiently wait for Mr. Wolf, cleaner extraordinaire. And he better hurry, cause that burning plastic smell is getting REALLY bad.