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"Wele to our humble abode," said one of the goons. "I' m Gus. This is Ben and Ted. We' ll have to leave in a couple of mio start loading out the gear, but we' ll be alone here for a while yet. And just in case you' re thinking of anything, this baby is totally sound- proofed. Kid Rock could play a set in here and you wouldn' t hear a thing outside."
"All right, look, I don' t know what kind of games you think you' re playing, but let' s just keep this between us, okay?" said Scott. "My brot nothing to do with this. What happened, I actally hit you i and you want a piee?"
"Hey, you got us all wrong, kid," said Gus, smiling malevolently. "My friends and I are just looking for a little friendly petition. You ever do any gut-pung?"
Even though he could barely breath ieamy hot trailer, Scott felt a cold shiver run down his spine. "What?" he asked.
The goon named Ben answered. "Gut pung. Just what it sounds like. You punch me i. Then I get to punch you i. First guy who ' t go on loses. We play with each other all the time but that gets b so we like to get some new blood into the game when we roll into a own. And we' ll even make it sp. You only have to take on one of us. You win and your brother here gets a bye. You both walk out of here and that' s the end of it.
"And if I lose?" asked Scott.
"Then you and baby brother have to stick around a while a us, um, play a few games before we let you go. Theoss you out of the trailer a few miles outside town. By the time you walk home, we' re in the city. And if you say anything and the cops show up, we' ll have 20 other roadies swear we were playing cards with them the whole time, so it' s your wainst ours."
Tommy squirmed and threw his arms against Ben' s chest. "You fu' psycho, you put a hand on my brother and I' ll fu' kill you!" he screamed.
"Shut up, Tommy," Scott barked. He realized this was only going to go one way, and he had to pray he could take o