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Show Acting Alone Page 362 Chapter Twenty He knew exactly what he had to do. He grabbed the Compact Edition of the Oxford English Dictionary, raised both volumes high over his head until the dark blue double box grazed the high ceiling, and smashed them down through thick vacuum-packed glass. The glass imploded around Sam's booty, putting a few minor lacerations in the calfskin, a few dents in the thick gold-leaf, but doing far less damage than what surely would have been done by whatever undeclared state of emergency was on its way down from the sky or up from hell. He made it, somehow, back down the stairs and out to the parking lot before cardiac arrest could set in. He paused at the door of the gaudy yellow and purple chapel. It seemed nearly unruffled in the general tumult. He got a bit of a naughty-boy boner as he briefly considered that this would be an excellent time to break in there and desecrate the place, de-Christ it by blowing out that little red candle that means Jesus is still there as long as it's burning. As far as Sam knew, nobody would be in the chapel right now, what with this nameless End-Time on its way- He could sneak in and scratch EAT ME RAW in the leafing over Jesus' pierced chest, a pun. Maybe try to peek up His didies. No, fuck that. Sam could act grown-up and practical-minded and steal all the gold. Tabernacle, chalice, monstrance, ciborium, paten, pyx: he |