Gus realizes it’s his turn to say something, and he is petrified. He opens his mouth and out come the words: “Well … do good work!” It’s an ironic remark, implying: “ … because it’s my ass that’ll be sitting on your freaking rocket.” But the workers started cheering like mad. They started cheering as if they had just heard the most moving and inspiring message of their lives: Do good work! After all, it’s Little Gus’s ass on top of our rocket! They stood there for an eternity and cheered their brains out while Gus gazed blankly upon them from the Pope’s balcony. Not only that, the workers—the
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