there was a place where the jungle looked a bit wrong , like a picture that had been torn in half and then glued back together , leaving the two halves just the slightest bit off . he would have used his shirt , but it was sweat-soaked and filthy . he laughed softly , as if to himself . `` you do n't find it back there , we do n't got it , '' young biker replied . we had visions of hatchet men coming into the office and handing out pink slips without regard for anything or anyone . 