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           ButtheblackboyjustranthetubeupagainstGeorge’sbelly-buttonandsqueezed,andGeorgedoubledoverwithasuckofair.Theblackboysquirtedaloadinhiswhispywhitehair,thenrubbeditinwithhishand,smearingblackfromhishandalloverGeorge’shead.Georgewrappedbotharmsaroundhisbellyandscreamed.

           "No!No!"

           "Nowturnaround,Geo’ge—"

           "Isaidthat’senough,buddy."Thistimethewayhisvoicesoundedmadetheblackboyturnandfacehim.Isawtheblackboywassmiling,lookingatMcMurphy’snakedness—nohatorbootsorpocketstohookhisthumbsinto.Theblackboygrinnedupanddownhim.

           "McMurphy,"hesaid,shakinghishead."Y’know,Iwasbeginnin’tothinkwemightnevergetdowntoit."

           "Yougoddamnedcoon,"McMurphysaid,somehowsoundingmoretiredthanmad.Theblackboydidn’tsayanything.McMurphyraisedhisvoice."Goddamnedmotherfuckingnigger!"

           Theblackboyshookhisheadandgiggledathistwobuddies."WhatyouthinkMr.McMurphyisdrivin’atwiththatkindoftalk,man?Youthinkhewantsmetotaketheinitiative?Heeheehee.Don’theknowwetrainedtotakesuchawful-soundin’insultsfromthesecrazies?"

           "Cocksucker!Washington,you’renothingbuta—"

           Washingtonhadturnedhisbackonhim,turningtoGeorgeagain.Georgewasstillbentover,gaspingfromtheblowofthatsalveinhisbelly.Theblackboygrabbedhisarmandswung‘himfacingthewall.

           "Tha’sright,Geo’ge,nowspreadthosecheeks."

           "No-o-o!"

           "Washington,"McMurphysaid.