Picture the scene : The Dude returns from the supermarket to find two hired goons in his home, he is propelled across the bedroom and on into a small bathroom, bowling satchel in one hand and paper bag with milk in the other. His head is plunged into the toilet. The paper bag hugged to his chest explodes milk as it hits the toilet rim and the satchel pulverizes tile as it crashes to the floor.
His head is repeatedly plunged into the toilet bowl as he is asked " where's the money, Lebowski ! ". Eventually he is allowed up as one thug opens the bowling bag and pulls out a bowling ball which he examines in the manner of a superstitious native.
" the fuck is this ? " asks the thug
The Dude pats his pockets, takes out a joint and lights it ......... " Obviously you're not a golfer "
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