“Marines, fuck boy!” Rugrat looked down the turret hole and yelled at Dillon. “You were a Marine fuck boy?” Dillon asked slowly, a puzzled look on his face. Rugrat started to swing his size-fourteen boot around. “The children are fighting again, dear,” Honcho said to Erik. “Eh, one less kid,” Erik said. “Bronco Two, this is Three. Rugrat, will you stop kicking Dillon? Over,” Rossy said. “Bronco Three, this is Two. Currently having gladiator test for favorite child. Over,” Erik replied without missing a beat. “Bronco Two, this is Three. Understood. Five bucks on Dillon. Out.”
