He
leapt the gap to the dock, dazzled a blindingly white grin, and snatched the
remains of the sandwich out of the Emperor’s hand. “Ah, Jah’s love on ye, Uncle, bringing de
rippin’ grinds to I’n’I after so long at sea.”
Bummer barked and growled. The Rasta-blond
had their sandwich.
“Ah, me doggie, dreadies,” said the Rasta. “Jah’s blessings on ye.” He knelt and scratched Bummer behind the
ears.
The
stranger smelled of coconut oil, weed, and the undead, and Bummer was going to
bite him as soon as he was finished having his ears scratched.
(from Bite Me by Christopher Moore)
8½*/10.
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