Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
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"Anything?"<br />
"I’m not sure I’m in the right spot."<br />
"Well…poke him with something."<br />
"I’m not going to poke him!"<br />
"Then breathe on him. Do something to wake him up!"<br />
Suddenly Dennis sat up, arms outstretched, and shouted something that sounded<br />
approximately like "AAUUGGHHAAA!!!!"<br />
I scooted backward at 37,916 miles per hour and shouted something that sounded<br />
approximately like "Shit!" Then I punched Roger in the shoulder as hard as I possibly could. I<br />
struck a particularly solid part of his shoulder and it felt like I’d smashed the bones in my hand<br />
into bite-sized chunks, but it was worth it.<br />
"Ow! Why’d you hit me?"<br />
"Because you’re a jerk!"<br />
"What’d I do?"<br />
"You planned this whole thing! I almost wet my pants! You probably wanted to tell<br />
everybody at school that I wet my pants, didn’t you?"<br />
"It wasn’t me!"<br />
"Yes it was!"<br />
"No it wasn’t!"<br />
But then I discovered something truly shocking. Roger had wet his own pants. Would<br />
somebody who had plotted out this scheme spontaneously urinate over the revelation of the<br />
surprise? Unlikely. So Roger was innocent. I’d struck the shoulder of an innocent man.<br />
I turned my attention away from Roger and toward Dennis. The smug bastard who’d scared<br />
me half to death was looking...well, not particularly smug. Not smug at all, in fact. He looked<br />
somewhat depressed, and somewhat homicidal.<br />
"Did I scare you?" he asked. I could see the butcher knife on the floor where he’d been<br />
lying.<br />
Roger and I both nodded.<br />
He wiped a tear from his eye. "I knew I could scare you. I was good, wasn’t I? I can act,<br />
right?"<br />
"You sure can," Roger said, eyeing me nervously as if to say "Did you perhaps notice that<br />
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