This one looks good, said Chong over breakfast the next morning. Benny read out loud from the paper. ‘Pit Thrower.’ What’s that? I don’t know, Chong said with a mouth full of toast. I think it has something to do with barbecuing. It didn’t.
Chong said, 'Do yourself a favor, Morg. Next time you're staring at a girl's boobs, look up. You'll be shocked to learn it, but there's going to be a face up there. Nose, mouth, eyes. And behind the eyes is an actual person.
Basher shook his head. "No, we climbed in through a ground-floor guest bedroom all ninja-like. Snuck up the back stairs." "Then you might be the cavalry," said Tom, "but I'm Santa Claus. Let's go downstairs and open some presents.