Big Black was not the type of guy you wanted hanging around your place of business, or ever emptying cubicle environment. He could do a lot of damage just by pulling out. I'll leave the definition of "pulling out" to you. It could have been a gun, who knew?
But for a dude with proportionally small feet, he was a looming figure at the local bars and diners. Not that he was bad for business; he could drink anyone under the table, and he left good tips.
Inevitably, some young female or male barkeep for that matter, would get into an endless debate on foolish genealogies and Black, somewhat tipsy by that time would invariably pull out. God forbid.
Lights went out. Georgia Power would have a power surge. Electricity would cut off to the kitchen, and the dining room would go blank. Music would stop playing, and musicians would stumble in the dark looking for their instruments. Utter darkness lady and gentlemen, a cacophony of eery silence.