“Yeah, he’s a psycho,” Moxo added. “But he’s a funny psycho, so they use him a lot for panels. I think he’s a worm head now. Can’t remember.” “Don’t say that in here,” Frito growled to his companion. “And he is. He died a few years back in a fight at a waystation, but he had a Valtay contract, and they got to him in time.” “They always do,” Moxo said. “Keeping the best of you alive,” he added in a sing-song voice, like it was a jingle. “Godsdamnit, Moxo,” Frito hissed. “Don’t fuck around.”
