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âI got him or I kill him,â he says, showing more teeth than a primateâs supposed to have.
âYou got me,â says I. âBut donât go thinking you can kill me.â
He just laughs. âI got you and youâre so good, you can bet I got me a girl whoâs at least as good at what she does.â
âNo such,â says I.
âTell me his P-word and then Iâll be impressed.â
âYou want quick results? Then go ask him to give you his password himself.â
Dogwalker isnât one of those guys who can hide it when heâs mad. âI want quick results,â he says. âAnd if I start thinking you canât deliver, Iâll pull your tongue out of your head. Through your nose.â
âOh, thatâs good,â says I. âI always do my best thinking when Iâm being physically threatened by a client. You really know how to bring out the best in me.â
âI donât want to bring out the best,â he says. âI just want to bring out his password.â
âI got to meet him first,â says I.
He leans over me so I can smell his musk, which is to say Iâm very olfactory and so I can tell you he reeked of testosterone, by which I mean ladies could fill up with babies just from sniffing his sweat. âMeet him?â he asks me. âWhy donât we just ask him to fill out a job application?â
âIâve read all his job applications,â says I.
âHowâs a glass-head like you going to meet Mr. Fed?â says he. âI bet youâre always getting invitations to the same parties as guys like him.â
âI donât get invited to grown-up parties,â says I. âBut on the other hand, grown-ups donât pay much attention to sweet little kids like me.â
He sighed. âYou really have to meet him?â
âUnless fifty-fifty on a P-word is good enough odds for you.â
All of a sudden he goes nova. Slaps a glass off the table and it breaks against the wall, and then he kicks the table over, and all the time Iâm thinking about ways to get out of there unkilled. But itâs me heâs doing the show for, so thereâs no way Iâm leaving, and he leans in close to me and screams in my face. âThatâs the last of your fifty-fifty and sixty-forty and three times in ten I want to hear about, Goo Boy, you hear me?â
And Iâm talking real meek and sweet, cause this boyâs twice my size and three times my weight and I donât exactly have no leverage. So I says to him, âI canât help talking in odds and percentages, Dogwalker, Iâm vertical, remember? Iâve got glass channels in here, they spit out percentages as easy as other people sweat.â
He slapped his hand against his own head. âThis ainât exactly a sausage biscuit, either, but you know and I know that when you give me all them ex act numbers itâs all guesswork anyhow. You donât know the odds on this beakrat anymore than I do.â
âI donât know the odds on him , Walker, but I know the odds on me . Iâm sorry you donât like the way I sound so precise, but my crystal memory has every P-word I ever plumbed, which is to say I can give you exact to the third decimal percentages on when I hit it right on the first try after meeting the subject, and how many times I hit it right on the first try just from his curriculum vitae, and right now if I donât meet him and I go on just what Iâve got here you have a 48.838 percent chance Iâll be right on my P-word first time and a 66.667 chance Iâll be right with one out of three.â
Well that took him down, which was fine I must say because he loosened up my sphincters with that glass-smashing table-tossing hot-breath-in-my-face routine he did. He stepped back and put his hands in his pockets and leaned against the wall. âWell I chose the right P-man, then,