For a chorus of 8ers, they became oddly composed.
It was then I noticed they were getting surrounded by a group of Hidawhy and simple sizers.
In fact No Bull Savage was talking to each 8er in turn.
When I asked him what was going on, he said: “Just separating the assets from the asshats, P.I.
These jokes, like the best of you, are undoctormented ingrates.
So we’ve decided to decant a few back to the nearest port.”
“You can’t do that,” one of the Nasty parties said, “no one can leave the Bikini Triangle!”
No Bull looked the bird in the eye until he quailed.
“Like stopping water, we can dam well do as we please.
There are no boarders for original land lords.
Tomorrow at this time, you’ll be refuse with, gee, no papers coming from some place no one has ever heard of, and all depending of the kindness of rangers.”