Moon looked down at his wounded leg and grew hot, his face balling up in a rage. He gritted and pointed his tool at the little man, curling his finger around the trigger. Crash! A lamp exploded against his head, causing him to drop his gun and stagger aside, clutching his dome. He saw stars and half moons, but when he saw the gay dude hurrying to pick up his piece, he snapped out of it almost instantly. Moon ran to recover his weapon before homeboy did, but they both ended up grabbing it at the exact same time. They tussled over the banger, trying to rip it from one another’s hands. While Moon’s hand was wrapped around the handle, his foe’s hands were on top of his, and his finger was settled on the trigger.
“Grrrrrr!” the husky jack boy growled.
“Ahh! Ahhh! Ahhhh!” the homo cried like
