“‘SON OF A rat-fiddling … goat-sucking … pig-fucking whore!’ “Dior’s shout echoed on the ice, teeth bared in a frustrated snarl. “‘You realize you’re only insulting my mama when you call me that?’ I called. ‘It’s not actually an insult to me at all?’ “‘Eat shit, you cack-gargling twatgoblin.’ “‘See, that’s the spirit,’ I smiled. ‘Now pick it up.’
