Mother Puncher
“When he finished, he said, “I gotta get home.” “Can I come?” But Ed was already pushing his way through the bathroom door, mentally kicking himself for even wasting the time it took to explain everything to the girl. Together, he and Tea hurried to the exit that led out to the parking lot. Wisely, he stopped and peered out the little square window before opening the door. There were people in the parking lot vandalizing the vehicles. “Motherfucker!” he growled. “My truck!” Tea pushed him aside, stretched her neck and looked out. “Is that the employee’s lot?” “Yep.” “They’re being so quiet.” “What do you mean?” “I mean, listen. When have you ever heard of a quiet riot?” “Uh…” “Exactly. They’re doing things like spraying painting the cars, popping the hoods, ripping out wires, slashing the tires. Shit like that. They’re not smashing windows and bashing the bodies with sledgehammers.” “So the fuck what?”
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