And The Bad Boys Once Again
“I mean, don’t you need a helmet to drive one of these things?” Paulie said to Niles as he jogged down the stairs with his tumors in tow.
Niles pointed down to his leg, or lack-of-leg rather, and snorted, “Wearing a helmet didn’t keep me from losing a limb, now did it?”
“Well, I suppose-”
“I’m just pulling your leg; I’ll grab you a helmet you dang sissy. Also, don’t ever try that joke on me or I’ll kick your teeth in, got it?”
“I got it.” Though he wondered how well this one-legged man could kick. And how high, for that matter.
Niles lifted the rear seat up, revealing a hidden motorcycle helmet that he then passed to Paulie. It was a very snug fit, pressing hard on the left and right sides of his face, so much so that he could feel pressure on this inside
