Clop Fiction

A worried and agitated man emerged from the bathroom with a pistol, firing all six of his bullets toward Jules Winnfield and his partner, Vincent Vega, both of whom had murdered a man by the name of Brett, as well as one of his friends. Brett had stolen a precious, invaluable briefcase from a crime boss named Marcellus Wallace. It just so happened that Jules and Vincent were hitmen hired by Marcellus.

"DIE, YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!"

Jules and Vincent were standing in dead silence as they saw the panicked yet aggressive man shoot at them. To their astonishment, all six of the bullets had missed, and instead ended up in the wall. After briefly taking in what just happened, the two hitmen raised their arms and pointed their pistols straight at the man, then proceeded to, shall we say, 'showed them how it's done'. Afterwards, Jules walked over to the wall to examine the bullet holes.

"We should be fuckin' dead, my friend."

Jules continued viewing the bullets that nearly killed him and his partner. Vincent, on the other hand, was questioning Marvin (the guy who tipped them off to the now-dead Brett's plan to sell Marcellus' valuable briefcase) on why he didn't tell them about the man who just appeared out of nowhere and shot at them.

"That was divine intervention. Y'know what divine intervention is?" Jules asked.

"I think so, it means God came down here to stop those bullets," Vincent replied.

Jules and Vincent bantered for a bit on whether it was actually divine intervention or pure luck.

"...What happened here was a miracle, and I want you to fuckin' acknowledge it!"

"Alright, fine, it was a miracle. Can we go now?"

Jules and Vincent (with Marvin in tow) were going to head out the door. But just before Marvin walked out, he heard something.

"I hear a weird noise."

"Maybe that's the sound of your dick shrinkin'," Vincent sarcastically retorted.

"No, I can hear something too,"  Jules replied.

The trio stood still, checking their vision for what could be making the noise. Vincent looked at the briefcase and held it to his chest. The sound was definitely closer now.

"Aww, shit. Don't tell me that's happening now!" Jules said.

"What is?" Asked Marvin.

"It would be in your best interest to not utter the word "What" around me ever again, because look what happened when your pal Brett said it," Jules coldly replied. "Get your ass back in that room. You too, Vincent."

Vincent made his way into Brett's small kitchen and set the briefcase on the counter. He quickly opened it, and Jules stood by him.

"It's happening," said Vincent.

"Does that mean it's too late to get Marcellus' soul back?" Jules asked.

"Not unless we go in there," Vincent replied. He pointed straight into the briefcase.

There was a wormhole inside.

Vincent grabbed the briefcase and carefully placed it on the floor, then hopped straight down into the wormhole. Jules followed shortly afterwards.