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Show Anting Alone pa g e 192 together a downright Gonzo treatment, in novelistic detail, of all the real or imagined apeshit stunts that you've been pulling here on Cheyenne Mountain." Sam lumbered to his feet and began to prance the forest. "Let's just unzip our crotches now and really grope for the implausibility. Let's pretend, just for argument's sake, and just to be on the safe side (we don't want to second-guess werewolves like these guys around here; that could be dangerous), that you crazy motherfuckers were gonna try to blow up or in some other way fuck around with -" Sam paused for dramatic effect. He aimed a big harpist's thumb significantly down at the solid granite beneath their feet and was about to continue when, amid a fresh roar of mouth-noises, Axelrad went crazy. He started behaving as though it were time for Sam to leave. He lunged for Sam's mouth, or throat, with the palms of both little hands. Sam swatted the ungrateful little prick away. "Fuck's your problem?" It is the first mark of a budding crypto-fascist to try so reflexively and instinctively to gag the free discussion of ideas. Sam chugged the dregs of the wine and got up to go. He wasn't going to waste his time trying to cheer up such a rude, ungrateful, crazy little crypto-fascist. No wonder they used to pound him in high school. Teenagers do usually have true instincts when it comes to recognizing creeps. Besides, the sun had started going down behind Cheyenne Mountain. From the looks of these guys, Axelrad included now, they probably started craving human flesh at moonrise. |