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She repeated it again in an even louder and more high-pitched tone, “Am I sick?”
    Then Sonja showed her own nuts and let Jango have it both barrels, “You miserable, crazy, fuck , asking me if I’m sick, and saying I stink ?” Her voice was rising, becoming even more piercing. “You shit-ass, you killed some old lady! Big man, huh? Tough guy, killing old ladies and telling girls they stink. Well, let me tell you something. You are nuttier than elephant-shit, with your giant dogs and albino women and killing old ladies.” She was panting by the time she finished.
    “Tell me I stink,” she muttered softly . “You aren’t exactly a pile of rose-petals, buddy.”
    Jango was taken aback . He had thought everything was going pretty smoothly between them. He was also stunned that she was upset about him killing the old lady who had tried to give him a buckshot enema.
    “Uh, Sonja?” Jango asked, “I didn’t mean that you stink . I just say things the way they are in my head, and I didn’t mean anything by it.” He continued to talk to her softly, “I just wondered why you smelled afraid all of a sudden, and why you looked so freaked-out.” He finished up in a sad tone, “I guess I know, now.”
    “I didn’t just kill that old lady out of the blue,” he suddenly said. “She tried to shoot me through the door, and it set me off. I put her ass down, and I will never, ever, ever feel bad about it, either.”
    “I leave people alone, as long as they do me the same courtesy.” He sighed as he realized he actually cared what Sonja thought about him.
    “Huh?!” Jango grunted at the new epiphany. He actually cared what someone thought about him beyond whether they were plotting on him or not. Th at was new and unexpected. He decided he shouldn’t mention his experiment, and how he had busted the old woman’s dead legs so she couldn’t run after him if she turned into a zombie. He felt Sonja might not understand why he had bashed that old woman’s legs, or why it didn’t bother him to do it.
    “So you aren’t some serial killer?” Sonja broke into his reverie.
    “No! No way ,” he replied vehemently. Jango had a very low opinion of serial killers. He ranked them with baby-rapers, animal abusers, and basically all abusers in general. The only people he had ever killed were bad people who deserved it, but he decided not to share that with Sonja either.
    Sonja found herself believing his explanation, and was comforted by the fact that he seemed to genuinely care what she thought about him.
    “Okay, okay, “she said slowly, “So what do we do about this gear you were talking about?”

Chapter 12:
    Swords? We Don’t Need No Stinking Swords!
     
    Jango had been thinking about the survival gear that would come in handy, and he had a pretty good list made up in his mind.
    “What we need are knives, oh, a compass, a fire-starter, you know, like maybe a ferro-rod or a magnifying glass, or even both.” He was feeling better now that he knew he’d be getting out of there soon.
    “And I ’d like to have some first-aid stuff, at least some anti-biotic ointment, a needle, and some thread.” He added, “But, seeing as how this place had so much survival rations and what-not, maybe we can score some top-notch black market first aid goodies.”
    Sonja started getting into the idea . “Yeah!! I think I saw knives and stuff up front!”
    He blinked at her. It hadn’t even occurred to him to check for knives when they were up there, and the fact that she had spotted them gave him a great respect for her powers of observation.
    He smiled at Sonja and said, “Then let’s gets crackin’! Lay on, MacDuff!”
    She shook her head, but a smile was on her face as she said, “You got it, Shakespeare.” Then she headed to the front of the store for what she hoped was the last time.
    “See?” Sonja exclaimed excitedly as she pointed at a case, and a section of the wall behind the case.
    She had definitely found