"Where the hell is that music coming from?"
I start pressing buttons on the car radio, then realise the car is moving onto the pavement. Ilook up in time to see Salt's face slam into the windscreen.
"Hey Salt!" I wave at him.
"Don't be like that. Of course it can get worse. For example, if Zombie, or anyone, for that matter, double-crosses me again, I will mutilate their internal organs with a hammer."
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