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Show 163 That's when the Union' Dirty Man came up to Whitey and Red and said to Red, "Hey, how come you stole my lunch." Red and Whitey were sitting on a bench with a big furnace in ka back of them warming their backs and a garage door in front of them blowing in cold and snow. Men gathered around now at a distance just far enough to get close in case something started happening, except for three guys who stood behind the Union Dirty Man with xai tools, wrenches and hammers and such, not that they'd use them, if they did, they'd kill somebody, it just added important intimidation and gave the impression that they weren't six standing around idle looking for a fight. "He didn't steal your lunch," Whitey told the Union irty an. "He stole mine." "No," said Red to Whitey. "I did steal steal his lunch." "You did?" said the Union Dirty fii^n. Red stood up. The Union Dirty Man was supposed to be the toughest fighter in the whole world. Red had seen i him fight before and though he wasn't that big, neither as tall or bro*9 as Red, he fought like a bull, burrowing in close and punching like an engine. "When did you steal my lunch?" said the Union' Oirty /Aan. "When do you v/ant me to steal it?" said Red. Now the Union ' 0irty /uan realized he was being made fun of, which didn't happen too often unless the other guy was 6'8" and from out of town. He dipped his forehead a couple times like a little rhinoceros. All the men started gathering around now because it looked for sure like something was going to happen and Whitey Loop patted Red on the back and said, "Heh, when do you want me to steal it, you're nuts," axa sauntered toward his aaakxxg machine where he cut steel sheets. The Union Dirty Man began walking toward Red, that was his old trick, everybody was always on the defensive with the Union Dirty Man so he always walked right up to everybody and bounced his chest on them a few times and then if you didn't back down it was already too late because he was already in close where he wanted to be. As he came closer Red saw the scars on his fists and on his faxaai forearms and his forehead, he saw the veins in his arms and his chest that looked like a bag of softballs. Somebody yelled at Red, "This'll slow you down for aax awhile," and that's when Red |