"You dirty bugger," said Ira from between gritted teeth, the overpowering smell of urine invading his nostrils. His knife pressed firmly against d**k's throat.
"So, you thought you could follow me home and attack me?" Ira continued.
"Uuuggghhh," was all d**k could manage.
"After the miserable hateful things you said to me earlier today, I think I am justified in killing you and throwing your carcass into the bushes for the rats to eat. And you know what, d**k?"
"Uuggggh - Uuugghh," came d**k's reply.
"No one would know what happened to you. Your body would just disappear, because we savages are like that, that's what we do. But we can't be trusted, can we, d**k? Perhaps I've switched sides?" Disgusted, Ira placed his hand on the back of d**k's head and pushed his face into the ground
