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lobelia321"Fuck you," gasped Wayne and punched Ronny hard, on the nose.
Then there was nothing.
No sound. No action. Just a quiet thump, and a supine Ronny, flat out in the dust.
"Um," said Wayne.
"---", said the supine figure.
"Ronny?" said Wayne.
"--".
"Ron?"
"--"
"Shit."
Wayne thought hard and, after a minute's hard thought (and thought in itself was always very hard for Wayne), he dredged up a shred of memory: mouth-to-mouth resuscitation lessons, boyscouts, primary school.
"Shit," he said again and took a deep breath.