turned my back and Duck was long gone! I saw the truck reverse out of the place and I swear to God, this fucking guy—,” he slapped the back of his hand against Duck’s chest “—was smiling!”

Duck shrugged “I was very happy. I’ve always wanted to drive a big rig. I was honking the shit out of that horn. It’s too bad what happened to that truck. We could have been friends.”

“Yeah, but why not stick around and help me take out Trash Head, buddy? Rather than leaving me alone with a guy that’s nine feet tall!?”

Duck leaned back in his seat and shook his head, yawning. “I’m not much of a punchy-punchy, kicky-kicky guy. I shoot people. And I was going to shoot that pierced jerk but my gun didn’t work!”

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