W
h
e
n the
hulk of
a
n
I
r
i
s
hm
a
n n
a
m
e
d
F
l
y
nn M
c
C
rea
d
y
,
w
ho not on
l
y
t
e
n
d
e
d b
a
r
but o
w
n
e
d the
pl
a
c
e
a
s
w
e
ll, st
are
d
a
t him long
a
nd h
a
r
d, Co
r
d kn
e
w
th
a
t look.
“Y
ou
’
r
e
done
h
e
re
, Co
r
d.
Y
ou
’
ve
r
eac
h
e
d
y
our
l
i
mit.
Y
ou
’
ll
g
e
t no mo
r
e
d
r
ink toni
g
ht
fr
om m
e
.”
Co
r
d stood up
w
ith a
c
u
r
se
a
nd d
ec
i
d
e
d on the
s
p
ot it
wa
sn
’
t
w
o
r
th a
f
i
g
ht.
N
othing
mu
c
h
wa
s of
l
a
t
e
.
Y
ou
h
a
d to
c
ar
e
a
bout som
e
thi
n
g
in o
r
d
e
r
to
f
i
g
ht
f
or
it.
A
nd h
e’
d
g
iv
e
n up
car
i
n
g
f
or
a
n
y
thi
n
g
a
y
e
a
r
a
nd
a
h
a
lf
a
g
o.
He
ll, he
wa
nt
e
d to
b
e
b
y
hims
e
lf
a
n
y
w
a
y
so he
s
h
r
ug
g
e
d
o
f
f
M
c
C
r
ea
d
y
’
s
m
issiv
e.
He’
d simp
l
y
t
a
k
e
his busin
e
ss do
w
n to Mu
r
p
h
y
’
s
b
ef
o
r
e
t
h
e
pl
a
c
e
c
los
e
d
a
n
d b
u
y
his o
w
n bottl
e
.
I
t
c
er
t
a
in
l
y
w
oul
d
n
’
t be
the
f
i
r
st tim
e
.
W
h
e
n he
ra
n into
De
pu
t
y
Sh
er
i
f
f
E
th
a
n Co
d
y
, the
l
a
w
in th
e
se
p
ar
ts,
c
omi
n
g
in the
door
a
s he
wa
s
g
oi
n
g
out, Co
r
d s
w
o
r
e
a
g
a
in
a
t his lousy
lu
c
k.
H
e
g
l
a
r
e
d
a
t the
t
o
w
n
c
op, his
Na
tive
A
m
er
i
ca
n
fea
tu
r
e
s,
a
nd
w
ish
e
d h
e’
d h
a
d t
h
e
g
o
o
d s
e
nse
to l
ea
ve
t
h
e
b
a
r
s
oon
er
.
B
e
c
a
use
now
h
e’
d
g
e
t the
thi
r
d d
e
g
r
e
e
fr
om
E
th
a
n.
“
Co
r
d,
I
hope
y
ou
are
n
’
t h
ea
di
n
g
to
y
o
u
r
t
r
u
c
k
.
”
“A
nd
w
h
a
t if
I
a
m
?
”
Co
r
d b
e
llo
we
d b
ac
k, not in
t
he
mood
f
or
a
h
a
ssl
e
.
“T
h
e
n
I
’
d
h
a
ve
to t
a
k
e
y
our
k
e
y
s.”
Co
r
d
’
s
e
y
e
s n
a
rr
o
w
e
d.
“
Ch
r
ist,
E
th
a
n. Stop t
rea
ting
me
like
I
’
m the
to
w
n
d
r
unk.”
“T
h
e
n stop
ac
ti
n
g
like
it,”
E
th
a
n sn
a
pp
e
d.
Co
r
d
’
s
fa
c
e
fe
ll.
E
th
a
n si
g
h
e
d
a
nd pull
e
d
t
he
m
a
n
f
a
r
th
e
r
outsid
e
,
o
ut of
ear
shot of
the
ot
h
e
r
p
a
t
r
ons, out onto the
sid
ewa
lk.
“
L
oo
k
,
I
kn
o
w
y
ou
’
ve
h
a
d a
r
o
u
g
h
c
oup
l
e
of
y
e
ar
s.
B
ut
y
o
u h
a
v
e
to stop this s
e
l
f-
d
e
st
r
u
c
tive
shit b
e
f
o
r
e
y
ou h
u
r
t
y
ou
r
s
e
l
f
.
”
O
r
s
om
e
one
e
ls
e
, he
wa
nt
e
d
t
o
a
dd. M
a
y
be
N
i
c
k
Harr
is n
e
e
d
e
d to
g
e
t to
u
gh
e
r
w
ith his
fr
i
e
nd.
H
e
ll, m
a
y
b
e
a
s a
m
e
m
b
e
r
of
l
a
w
e
n
f
o
r
ce
m
e
nt, he did
a
s
we
ll.