‘Heads, heads, take care of your goddamn heads!’ screamed the loquacious stranger, grinning wildly and popping a purple lozenge into his mouth, as with his other hand he veered the speeding convertible toward Las Vegas.
‘Mutants cut her head off right here—sandwich still in her hand—ever tried extract of pineal gland, man? Heads swelled up—like watermelons—my spine turned to marmalade—boot’s full of bootlegged pineal glands—right now—Jesus, did I say that—or just think it—was I talking—did you hear me?’
Mr.Pickwick took another nervous sip from the stranger’s canteen and was on the point of asking him to let them out of the car, when there was a terrible roar; the sky was suddenly filled with giant manta rays, all swooping and diving around them, and Mr. Tupman’s voice was yelling from the backseat: ‘Holy mother of God, get these luminous leeches off of me!'
Frank
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-- Frank
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