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'We want a pansy artist running the show?'
'He also served two tours in Vietnam,' Lynn said. 'And he holds a third degree black belt in Karate.'
Thanks a lot, John thought.
But the guy who'd called him a pansy grew a sickly smile and took a step backward.
Everyone stared at John.
Now they think I'm a miracle worker. Really appreciate it, Lynn.
'OK,' he said. 'I see that quite a few of us already have weapons. After we break up here, I want everyone to get a knife.'
'Some of you got them with your dinner,' Cassy added. 'We'll bring more out from the kitchen in just a minute.'
'We should also make ourselves some clubs,' John said. 'Legs from tables and chairs, maybe. A good blow to the head'll put a man out in record time.'
'How about putting knives on the ends of the clubs?' Andy suggested.
'Whatever you can think of. Use your imaginations. Just put together the meanest weapons possible.'
'What've they got?' asked the red-faced man who'd asked about their numbers.
'Some of them must've gotten into a hardware store,' Steve said.
'Handyman's down at the end of the block,' Dr Goodman said.
'Figures. I only took a glimpse, but I saw knives, tire irons, hammers, hatchets and axes.'

 
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