Parsons walked over to Morrison with a small can of blue paint in his hand. “You know, you’re not in the appropriate uniform of the day, Morrison. Heck, we don’t want you to get in any trouble, do we? After all, what are friends for?” He dipped a brush into the can and brought it to Morrison’s bare chest. With great flourish, he painted the word Kike on his chest. “There! It’s perfect!” he cried, as he began laughing uncontrollably.
Russell smiled and he walked over to the corner of the room where he picked up a pair of canvas working gloves from the floor. He slowly pulled each one onto his hands while staring directly at Morrison. With dramatic display, he began his cycling motions with his fists, just as he had in the boxing ring earlier that day. Standing in front of his victim, he be
