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Оглавление“We heard how you did the dirty on us.”
“Yeah,” Jeff added. “How you snuck around and tricked us into whaling on each other. You taints sure stick together. You must have your own mutie code like us wag dudes have our bro code. High five, Ferd!”
“High five, Jeff! And the bro code says that now we have to make you pay. We’re gonna stomp you good, and bust your filthy mutie bones.”
Belatedly Jak made a move for the knuckle-duster hilt of his trench knife. He realized now that he’d drunk himself to the edge of oblivion. Under other circumstances, he’d already have sliced open Jeff’s paunch, dropped his intestines onto the tops of his mud-splattered boots.
Instead his hand seemed to move, not like a striking sidewinder, but as if he were trying to punch somebody underwater.
But the fist that filled his vision first with a black moon and then bright exploding stars moved like nuking lightning.
