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Sudetenland Tales
Page 289
“Me too. You’re a complete asshole,” Cody said getting up from his anchored seat, brandishing the wood baseball bat he’d been concealing under the table.
Before Corny had a chance to react, his son cracked him on the side of the head with the bat. Everyone laughed as the clown toppled over and kissed the grimy floor. And not just Corny’s ex-family; every grease dripping mouth in the dining area burst into shrieking laughter too.
Corny defensively cradled his head in his arms, curled into fetal position as Cody mercilessly brought the bat down on his father’s knee, his hip, his rib cage. With each strike, the mad laughter of the dining room got louder, much like a Black Sabbath theme song, if they had had one. Arlene, Corny’s ex-wife; Rick, her new husband; and Susan sprang from their chairs to assist Cody, and they began stomping the fallen clown with their heels; Arlene merrily screaming; “Rick’s got a dick,” over and over. Others joined in as well; a veritable mob of merciless, grease fed, darkie children and parents. Unsurprisingly, even the manager, armed with a cash register scanner, leaped into the fray.
Someone must have called the cops. It’s kind of instinctive to do that, even though it was akin to stupidly fighting the last