“What did you think I was doing?” he nearly snarls. “Calling Red Lobster for take-out?” “They’re poison,” Roland whispers. “That’s why—” “Yeah, that’s why you’re hors de combat. What I’m trying to keep you from being, Roland my friend, is h’ors d’oeuvres as well. As far as poison goes, rattlesnakes are poison, but people eat them.
