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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 282 of 307 Ese Chingon! Buddha had no restraint with his cusswords. Let me just say that that one was appropriate to the circumstances. "Way way way way wait a second, Steve," I managed. "Let's not say anthing that either one of us is going to regret now." I took a deep breath. John Entwistle had written that it only takes two words to blow you away, and while the decades since he had written that might have softened the impact of those two words, his thinking remained essentially correct. I drew another deep breath.' I tried not to sound like I was talking through a clenched jaw, but I was. "Steve, will you please pause for a moment to consider the work I did on your behalf?" I closed my eyes and could still see the limp body of Cox floating in the dark water. "You snapped some pictures for me. Gave me a phone number," he said innocently. Zeus! High on Mount Olympus! Send the many headed hydra to that tin can at the foot of that rock quarry! Send three headed Cerberus to tear him limb from limb! Zues, God of Thunder, bearer of the noble Hephaestus's lightening bolts, rain down electricity on that single wide until Steve's body is only a red and black smudge in the center of the blast marks! I had gone silent in this revery. |