Two of the wig beasts were bearing down on me. No, three. One of them crouched and launched itself at me— THONK The beast was batted away by a folding chair, wielded by John. He screamed “YEAH!” in a dead-on impersonation of pro wrestler “Macho Man” Randy Savage, grasping the folded chair by two legs. He swung again and flattened another of the beasts, screaming, “Have a seat, bitch!”
