Mike Dixon

„You do like to show off your superior knowledge. You
should learn to be like me. Do not wank off. Hide your lamp
under a bushel. Have you not read your bible?‟
He turned to Floppy Hat.
„You do not show off your superior knowledge. Do you,
my friend?‟
Floppy Hat shook his head nervously.
„You do not flaunt your superior knowledge because you
cannot flaunt what you do not have. Like I cannot flaunt my
left thumb.‟ He held up his hand and broke into uncontrollable
laughter.
Tim looked at the short stub where the fifth digit had
once been.
„That would‟ve cut down your scope a bit, mate.‟
„Cut down my scope!‟ Footsie‟s eyes narrowed and he
started to chuckle. „No, my friend. No one has ever cut
down my scope.‟
„I mean it restricts you to four-letter words.‟ Tim grinned
back at him. „If you‟d had another piggy on your left hand
you could‟ve put death on that too.‟
There was a long silence. Baseball Cap and Floppy Hat
backed away. Footsie‟s expression tensed. David expected
him to thrust a beer glass in Tim‟s face and prepared to
ward off the blow.
Then, the tension eased.
„You do not understand, my friend.‟ Footsie smiled at
Tim. „You cannot have death without life. Have you not read
your bible?‟
Tim reached for his glass and Footsie changed his posture.
David recognized a defensive move and guessed the
ugly man was familiar with the martial arts.
„You could‟ve got a better job done on those.‟
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