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Chapter 25
Theguyturnedtocheckifhisbuddywasstillstationedatthecaseofemptypopbottles,thengrinnedbackdownonMcMurphy.
"Prettytoughcustomers,isthatwhatyou’resaying,Red?Somuchwebettertoethelineanddowhatwe’retold,isthatwhatyou’resaying?Well,tellme,Red,whatisityou’reinfor?TryingtoassassinatethePresident?"
"Nobodycouldprovethat,Hank.Theygotmeonabumrap.Ikilledamaninthering,yasee,andsortagottakenwiththekick."
"Oneofthesekillerswithboxinggloves,isthatwhatyou’retellingme,Red?"
"NowIdidn’tsaythat,didI?Inevercouldgetusedtothosepillowsyouwore.No,thiswasn’tnotelevisedmaineventfromtheCowPalace;I’mmorewhatyoucallaback-lotboxer."
TheguyhookedhisthumbsinhispocketstomockMcMurphy."YouaremorewhatIcallaback-lotbull-thrower."
"NowIdidn’tsaythatbull-throwingwasn’talsooneofmyabilities,didI?ButIwantyoutolookhere."Heputhishandsupintheguy’sface,realclose,turningthemoverslowly,palmandknuckle."Youeverseeamangethispooroldmeathookssopitifulchewedupfromjustthrowin’thebull?Didyou,Hank?"
Heheldthosehandsintheguy’sfacealongtime,waitingtoseeiftheguyhadanythingelsetosay.Theguylookedatthehands,andatme,andbackatthehands.
