While his companions softly keened a dirge to Horvy and Phipps and quietly mopped up their blood, he frowned and shook his head. "They oughtn't to let old ladi

While his companions softly keened a dirge to Horvy and Phipps and quietly mopped up their blood, he frowned and shook his head. "They oughtn't to let old ladies carry magnums," he murmured. Witherspoon-Hobbs nodded agreement across the front-seat corpse. "They oughtn't to let 'em carry anything. God, how I hate Feet," he muttered, looking down at his shrunken legs. "Wheels forever!" he softly cheered.