Night Buddies, Impostors, and One Far-Out Flying Machine by Sands Hetherington

Author:Sands Hetherington
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dune Buggy Press

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Subway Station Eight had spray paint everywhere down the stair walls and past the token booth all the way to the tracks:

SUBWAY PEOPLE SUCK SLUGS SUBWAY PEOPLE SUCK SLUGS NIGHT BUDDIES AMALGAMATED YERK! YERK! YERK! YERK! SUBWAY PEOPLE SUCK SLUGS SUBWAY PEOPLE SUCK SLUGS YERK!

The same green scrawl over and over (and some black and yellow too) and all the way up the stair walls going out.

We went up to the token booth but nobody was in it.

“That’s weird ” Cros snapped off his gimcrack.

“AT EATHE!”

“Har?”

Around from behind the token booth came this tiny little orange-haired woman with a fat fire hose aimed straight at Crosley!

“HANDS UP, CWOCODILE!”

“Yigg! Hey! Naw! Wait! Lookahere!” He waved the gimcrack with one foot and covered his eyes with the other “Naw, lady!”

“FREETH! DON’T MOVE! DON’T EVEN SNIFF!”

I covered my ears and jumped in front of Crosley.

“It’s us, lady. Crosley an’ John from the last Program. Those spraypaintin’ crocodiles are fakes!”

She dragged her fat hose closer.

“Yeah? Tho pwoove it!”

“Please don’t shoot !” Cros held the gimcrack out as far as he could and kept covering his eyes.

I grabbed it away from him and showed her. She held the hose on Crosley and squinted at the gimcrack and back at Crosley, then back at the gimcrack, and she kept the hose pointed right at him. Then, quick as that, she laid the hose down and gummed us this huge pink grin

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