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His beast face intensifying and brightening, Marcus went on, "Eddie Warner and Sam Farley, the two forever sorry leg holders were found, together, in the next house. Chuck drove a fist through the screen door to level Eddie 'You weren't done, Eddie!' as Sam fled to the bathroom, locking himself in. When Chuck was finished jumping on the unconscious Eddie, and when he was sure both legs were broken, he proceeded to kick in the bathroom door which exploded in splinters, and gave Sam the same lesson in porcelain to the repeated rhythm of 'You were not done.' Broken teeth scattered on a tile floor, pearls of wisdom. Father Joe was lighting a candle for Chuck as Chuck's fire raged. 'Sculp-ture!' he bellowed, setting out in his quest for that cold stone named Salvatore Lotto. From this rock was to be hammered a statue, a tribute to Justice. Another house. Another unguarded door. Salvatore was found bending in front of his open refrigerator, looking for a snack, still savoring his triumph. Aldo, did not give this name to Father Joe. He just couldn't bring himself to do it. 'Who's there? Don't ring or anything,' not noticing who his company was. And as at home Aldo was thinking, 'The Devil won't take you Lotto,' Chuck was upon him. 'I will. You weren't done!' was the surprising reply from behind. Those were the only words Salvatore heard as crushing blows chiseled his consciousness. Uplifting justice lofted him nearly over the refrigerator door. Chuck was justice. It was justice that hobbled Sal's ankles, and bound his wrists behind his back, and who tied him to the railing post at the at the base of a staircase. He, bellowed , 'Wake up, Salvatore! I am not done!' It was justice who revived Sal with water. He hadn't heard his own sentence. Lotto heard the litany as this Michelangelo of vengeant justice sundered his crumbling stone, 'You weren't done!' CRACK. Rib by bursting rib, a