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           Whenitwasclearhedidn’thaveanythingelserealpressingtosay,McMurphywalkedawayfromhimtotheotherguyleaningagainstthepopcoolerandpluckedthedoctor’sten-dollarbilloutofhisfistandstartedforthegrocerystorenexttothestation.

           "Youboystallywhatthegascomestoandsendthebilltothehospital,"hecalledback."Iintendtousethecashtopickupsomerefreshmentsforthemen.Ibelievewe’llgetthatinplaceofwindshieldwipesandeighty-eightpercentoilfilters."

           Bythetimehegotbackeverybodywasfeelingcockyasfightingroostersandcallingorderstotheservice-stationguystochecktheairinthespareandwipethewindowsandscratchthatbirddroppingoffthehoodifyouplease,justlikeweownedtheshow.Whenthebigguydidn’tgetthewindshieldtosuitBilly,Billycalledhimrightback.

           "Youdidn’tgetthissp-spotherewherethebugh-h-hit"

           "Thatwasn’tabug,"theguysaidsullenly,scratchingatitwithhisfingernail,"thatwasabird."

           Martinicalledallthewayfromtheothercarthatitcouldn’tofbeenabird."There’dbefeathersandbonesifitwasabird."

           Amanridingabicyclestoppedtoaskwhatwastheideaofallthegreenuniforms;somekindofclub?Hardingpoppedrightupandansweredhim

           "No,myfriend.Wearelunaticsfromthehospitalupthehighway,psycho-ceramics,thecrackedpotsofmankind.WouldyoulikemetodecipheraRorschachforyou?No?Youmustburryon?Ah,he’sgone.Pity."HeturnedtoMcMurphy.