“Fuck off.” He tossed the little metal tab out the window. “That’s a brilliant retort you’ve worked out, Hayduke,” she said. “Really brilliant. A real flash of wit for all occasions.” “Fuck off.” “Touché. Doc, are you going to sit there like a lump of lard and let that hairy swine insult me?” “Well… yes,” Doc said, after due consideration. “You better. I’m a full-grown woman, and I can take care of myself.”
