...with the fuel pump he had been messing with for the better part of an hour. I jumped back in my chair, my eyes popping out of my head and gasping for air at the sight of the knife protruding from his thigh! 
Jay looked over and me and grinned. He looked down at his leg and reached down to pull the knife out which was embedded almost to the hilt. He jerked it out and with a laugh, said, " wooden leg," by way of explanation.
He started to howl with laughter as I slumped back in my chair with relief. I had forgotten he had a fake leg. 
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