"This place is disgraceful!" Frank tries to yell and whisper at the same time. "Lookit that bear, that's obviously communist. And the eye, the dead Mexican woman with ten rings?" Reminded Frank of Revelations stuff, the dragon with ten heads or whatever the Saint saw when he ate all those holy mushrooms. "C'mon, let's just find the goddam vehicle office," he says. The old detective is tense; he can't shake the feeling that, like all those ancient pharoahs, he's come to stay. Frank concentrates on the three B's that have always seen him through: his Breathing, His Badge, and His Beretta.
1 sux Occult roll