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The Wrong End
by Pirate Turner
Frisket turns and starts to growl. Matrix follows. His bad eye gleams in the darkness like his dog's fangs. He lowers his gun. The new players scream and run. They share a look. Frisket barks; Matrix grins.
"And to think," AndrAla speaks, "I'm the big guns in this game. You boys are only a preview to the real trouble."
Matrix doesn't let on that he knows the danger of a mad woman. He remembers Dot, when mad, throwing things like shoes and vases at Bob. AndrAla throws things, too, but nobody wants to end on the wrong end of her trident.
The End