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Show Anting Alone Page 230 what the heck went on inside of stores after they got closed. He felt chills like a little kid, except he was a little kid with giant swelling pecs and shoulders. He put his mama's new chain around his little darkeyed buddy's neck when the other guys weren't looking. It was just a innocent-type gesture. When they come out of the drugstore the political theory guy was out of the truck, real excited, jumping around in the street. He was looking for Spikey. "Come, Sgt. Wamsutter! Former Hostage of Communism! Symbol of Resuscitated Americanism! Figurehead of the Hostages for Freedom! Lead us into the pagan shrine!" The political theory guy pointed at a big building next door to the drugstore with stain glass windows that showed no Jesuses or anybody or anything but curlicues. "What, you want me to bash the door in?" "If you please." "Yeah, Spikewell, use some that good old USMC regulation jiu jitsu stuff you been tryin to teach us!" yelled one of the boys. So Spikey did. There was a bunch of foreigners in there. They were weird. They went to church on Saturday. The political theory guy stuck his head in the door and yelled another special signal word. It must of became his favorite word in the past couple hours or so, because he was yelling it a lot. It was a word Spikey never heard before today, but it sounded just like the word program spoke with |