0110

From Imaginopedia

0110 - let's break it down. Come in low with the zero. Zero is what- nothing, void, nullity- it's the low frequency bow wave you project ahead of you that lets you ease in unassuming, sleeves rolled up, cigarette half-smoked and with a flick it's gone. All of which sets up the pins for the knockout- the double one, snake-eyes for the piano player. Put a nine in front and call the police jack, but they ain't gonna get there in time. Switch is on, power is up, and business gets attended to. Before anyone realizes what's happened the juice flatlines to zero like a sphincter slamming shut after an untapered turd and you're out, gone, even the idea of you has vanished.

[There has been some discussion as to why someone would feel the need to behave in this manner. What is the root of the need to live a hyper-stylized gestalt of crime movies? And not just the remakes, but the original French versions too. It may qualify as a disease. The profile may be best explained as 1001- black argentine leather on the outside and a vacuum bottle on the inside.]