Бойцовский клуб
Chapter 1
Anotherwindowblowsoutofthebuilding,andglassspraysout,sparklingflock-of-pigeonsstyle,andthenadarkwoodendeskpushedbytheMischiefCommitteeemergesinchbyinchfromthesideofthebuildinguntilthedesktiltsandslidesandturnsend-over-endintoamagicflyingthinglostinthecrowd.
TheParker-MorrisBuildingwon’tbehereinnineminutes. Youtakeenoughblastinggelatinandwrapthefoundationcolumnsofanything,youcantoppleanybuildingintheworld. Youhavetotampitgoodandtightwithsandbagssotheblastgoesagainstthecolumnandnotoutintotheparkinggaragearoundthecolumn.
Thishow-tostuffisn’tinanyhistorybook.
Thethreewaystomakenapalm: One,youcanmixequalpartsofgasolineandfrozenorangejuiceconcentrate. Two,youcanmixequalpartsofgasolineanddietcola. Three,youcandissolvecrumbledcatlitteringasolineuntilthemixtureisthick.
Askmehowtomakenervegas. Oh,allthosecrazycarbombs.
Nineminutes.
TheParker-MorrisBuildingwillgoover,allonehundredandninety-onefloors,slowasatreefallingintheforest. Timber. Youcantoppleanything. It’sweirdtothinktheplacewherewe’restandingwillonlybeapointinthesky.
Tylerandmeattheedgeoftheroof,theguninmymouth,I’mwonderinghowcleanthisgunis.
