Gus started poking Bob Blouson’s smelly fat rolls and said, “He’s out on bail.

He’s guilty as hell, and since he’s free to run amuck with the girls, he’s got no alibi.

You ready for the breakdown?”

Gus smiled and shoved his fist up his armpit pubes.

They had a day off coming on Sunday, so it would be a fun night.

The whole squad was up to his shenanigans, though he knew he was more dangerous than anybody he knew.

If they’d only remember that.

Hell, even he had forgotten. His nose quivered and vibrated, and he said, “Fuck!” He dropped down on his belly and peed in his pants.

He said, “I have to keep my pants dry on Sunday night! Ugh!”