Book3:WereMyDreamIs
hings.”Theshortmanwaslostinhiswishfulthinking… Thebigbosswasnotwillingtogiveup.Hebracedhimselfandledhisunderlingsfain.Thistimehewashitbyanironfistrightintheface.Hefellbackwardsheavilyagainsthisfollowersandwhowereknockeddhtalikedominoesandthegroundwasscatteredwithbodieslikesomanyrollinggourds.Theshortmanwiththepointedheadmadeuseofthisopportunitytoslipsilentlyaway.Thebigbossangrilypickedhimselfupfromthegroundandroaredathisfollowersinexasperation, “WhotheFKdarestosurpriseattackme,eh?SpeakorIwillshootthewholepackofyougoodfornothinghooligans.”Thethugsslowlygettingupfromthegroundsawthatthebigbossreallygotitthistime!Hisfacewasswollen,hislefteyebdblue,hisnosebloodyandbrokenandbloodwasdripp