"I've GOTTA PISS!"

"'Well son, not 'til we get to the station.'

"And Terry yells again,

"I've GOTTA PISS YOU MOTHER-FUCKERS!"

"And this guy tells Chick, 'Don't be a wise ass son or I kin make this a night you'll never forget We're drivin' straight to the station.'

"'I GOTTA PISS.' Then Chick just kinds folds his hands real polite and scrunches up his sholders like a little altarboy.

"'LEMME OUT I GOTTA PISS BAD!'

"And this dude in the front seat is playing it smart and he don't say nothin' and they're cruising on back to the station. And Chick he says,

"'IF YOU DON'T LEMME OUT I'M GONNA PISS RIGHT HERE IN YOUR GODDAMN CAR!'

"'If you don't get quiet in a big hurry boy you're gonna wish you were...'

"And Chick scrunches up in the back all quiet and says 'OK I'll be quiet officer,' and then he yanks his foot back and kicks the fuck out of the screen next to that guy's head BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM.

'WHAT KIND OF FUCKING NAZIS ARE YOU GUYS DRIVING THIS CATTLE CAR I GOTTA PISS!'

"And that guy leaned a little forward in his seat and the other guys drove on faster into the night, curving down the dirt roads and past the woods and swamps and there's DeRoss out there somewhere swimming away and they've got me and Jack; and Pierre's probably all packed away and Jacobs is home free and Billy Morrison is leading the football team out of danger in the big broad pink Mercury he use ta have and then Terry's got such a head of pressure built up, God! he braces his foot against the cage and he just lets it all go and it catches the sheriff right in the ear and Chick had a lotta beer in him so he hardly stops before they get back to the cop station. He just sprayed that guy back and forth. Chick was a hard drinker and wasn't one to puke it all up.

"So by the time they all get back to the station Mr. Chick has got the word and here he's come to get his boys.

"Have you all met Mr. Chick? Well then I needn't tell you his gig. An ex-Marine karate instructor and just then they lead Terry in and Mr. Chick sucks in the air his cheeks are puffed out and his eyes bug out and his shoulders draw back in the classical Chick and all of the sudden the little man with the beerbelly is a hulking 30 pounds bigger, a devil bird about to tear apart the cop station and Terry has this big bruise over his eye you know, either from running into a branch drunk as a skunk with the cops charged in or from banging his head against the cage in the cop car, and Terry says,