ABSTRACT
FLUTHER {roaring at the top o f his voice): Come on, come on, you lowser; put your mits up now, if there’s a man’s blood in you! Be God, in a few minutes you’ll see some snots flyin’ around, I’m tellin’ you . .. When Fluther’s done with you, you’ll have a vice versa opinion of him! Come on, now, come on!
