Certainly would! The facets flashed. The crystalline rooster reappeared, its beady eyes filled with accusation. Speaking of which-
The laughter went on and on. Maurice and Antonina emerged from the tent.
'We're in trouble, girl,' announced Maurice. 'Deep trouble. That drooling idiot's supposed to lead us all to final victory.'
Antonina stiffened. 'Watch your mouth! That's my husband you're talking about.' She frowned. 'Even if he is a fucking clown.'
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