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. 'See lhat man over there? The one -ґ
'Shut up.'
`But -ґ
`Be quiet and listen.'
Jerry's brother was speaking. 'So who's complaining? You want I should put on my Jesus hat and prove it? The fact that some of them make it proves it ain't too hard - Seven point one percent in this last batch, not counting golems, Not good enough? Who says?ґ
The old boy in the black hat said, 'I count anything less' than fifty percent a failure.'
'So who's talking? Who lost ground to me every year for a millennium? How you handle your creatures; that's your business. What I do with mine; that's my business.
'That's why I'm here,' the big hat replied. 'You grossly interfered with one of mine.'
'Not, me!' Yahweh hooked a thumb at the man who man who managed to look like both me and Sam Crumpacker. 'That one! My Shabbes goy. A little rough? So whose boy is he? Answer that!'
Mr Koshchei tapped my memoir, spoke to the man with my face. 'Loki, how many places do you figure in this story?'
'Depends on how You figure it, Chief. Eight or nine places, if You count the walk-ons. All through it, when You consider that I spent four solid weeks softening up this foxy schoolteacher so that she would roll over and pant when Joe Nebbish came along.'
Jerry had a big fist around my upper ~ left arm. 'Keep quiet!'
Loki went on: 'And Yahweh didn't pay up.
'So why should I? Who won?'
'You cheated. I had your champion, your prize bigot, ready to crack when you pulled Judgment Day early
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