There is a medieval town with a group of friars.

You know the ones, balding on top, fringe of hair, gray-robed religious folks. They are having a meeting to discuss the lack of donations to the church.

"Donations are at an all time low, it just isn't enough to support the church any more! Anyone have any ideas of how we could make more money?" says one.

"Well, I recently starting growing some flowers in my free time, maybe we could start growing more of those and open up some flower shops around town," says another.

They all agree this is a great idea and quickly open up a bunch of flowers shops around town with the not so clever title of "The Lord's Flowers". Business is going great!

So great in fact, that all the local florists in town are pretty upset about these friars trying to steal away their market. All the local florists meet together to discuss the issue. After an hour of heated debate, they decide they may have to take the low road to resolve the issue. They pool their funds together and send their bravest member to the dirtiest, sketchiest inn in town to find someone who can "take care of business" and remove these pesky friars.

The florist walks in and asks the innkeeper where we can find someone who can help "take care of business" *wink*. The innkeeper, no stranger to the dark dealings that happen in his establishment, immediately points him towards a large fellow named Hugh, sitting alone at a table in the corner.

"But whatever you do, don't make eye direct contact with him," warns the bartender.

Though the florist is the bravest of the bunch, this still rattles him a bit. He approaches Hugh's table carefully, all the while trying to not make eye contact.

"Uh, hey Hugh," he says, trying to glance anywhere else. "I'm with the florists in town and we've been having a little problem with the friars cutting into are market with their flower shops. I don't care how it's done, but we would be willing to compensate you generously if you removed them from the market." With this, he throws the bag of money on the table, while carefully staring at Hugh's left shoulder.

Hugh, the huge mountain of man on the other side of the table, takes the bag and counts its contents. After a brief pause, he growls "yeah, I'll take care of it".

Because everyone knows, only Hugh can prevent florist friars.

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