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could briefly free up one hairy palm to grab a pen, just jot a note next to the part about my fiery Latin temperament, saved child's arm from wolves." Of course Kauravas wasn't enquiring. He blathered on with his threatening generalities. "Gee, you can ceaselessly assert without even pausing for breath. Pretty good trick. Bet you have a ram jet air intake in your rectum which is piped straight to your vocal cords." Marcus was about to tell this man to drop dead but Mina grabbed the phone, "Percy Dumplings?", a familiarization which he had no idea anybody knew. "Who's this?" "Who do you think this would be with Marcus at this late hour? It's Mina, his wife. Is Linda there? I wanted to ask her something." There was a long silence. Nothing was coming from that phone but disordered breathing. Marcus whispered, "There goes my ram jet theory." A distant click broke the connection. "OK. Who's Linda?", he asked. "Not his wife," Mina Grinned. "Oooooooooo. I love you when you blackmail my antagonists." "So, Marcus, who'd you tell to fuck off this time, the Pope?" "See? Even you. You assume that I, having nothing better to do with my time, went out of my way and found some fine upstanding citizen on whom to practice my vituperative skills." "Vituperative skills?" "Yes, those." The phone rang. Mina was silently mouthing vituperative as her husband answered. This was Dr. Lornez, upbraiding administrator number two. Marcus looked to