“If that was any of us,” the other man says, “we’d be French toast . . .” “You’d be. I wouldn’t be,” the woman answers. “Yeah, you would. You’d be dead meat.” “I’m always for the victim,” the woman says. “We’ve noticed that,” the other man says. “Put a stove pipe up your skinny ass.” “Okay. I will. And then what happens?” “Try it.” “What if I already did?”
