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           Itscaredmesome,walkingofffromthemlikethat,becauseIneverwentagainstwhattheblackboysorderedbefore.Ilookedbackandsawthemcomingaftermewiththebroom.They’dprobablyhavecomerightoninthedormandgotmebutforMcMurphy;hewasintheremakingsuchafuss,roaringupanddownbetweenthebeds,snappingatowelattheguyssignedtogothismorning,thattheblackboysdecidedmaybethedormwasn’tsuchsafeterritorytoventureintofornomorethansomebodytosweepalittledabofhallway.

           McMurphyhadhismotorcyclecappulledwayforwardonhisredhairtolooklikeaboatcaptain,andthetattoosshowingoutfromthesleevesofhisT-shirtweredoneinSingapore.Hewasswaggeringaroundthefloorlikeitwasthedeckofaship,whistlinginhishandlikeabosun’swhistle.

           "Hitthedeck,mateys,hitthedeckorIkeelhaulthelotofyefromstocktostern!"

           HerangthebedstandnexttoHarding’sbedwithhisknuckles.

           "Sixbellsandall’swell.Steadyasshegoes.Hitthedeck.Dropyourcocksandgrabyoursocks."

           Henoticedmestandingjustinsidethedoorwayandcamerushingovertothumpmybacklikeadrum.

           "LookhereattheBigChief;here’sanexampleofagoodsailorandfisherman:upbeforedayandoutdiggin’redwormsforbait.Therestofyouscurvybuncho’lubbers’ddowelltofollowhislead.Hitthedeck.