FUNNY GIRL
"Go! Go! He's going to suplex us to death! This is worse than Death Fist!"
Arthur ran alongside him, neon cheeks and fluttering hair. "Why are we always fighting people with nicknames! Oi, Kavi, your house isn't too far, is it? We can lead him to the cops staking it out."
No one answered.
"Kavi?"
Arthur slowed to a jog. Harris stopped. They turned. Bernard emerged from the bowling alley, a lifeless form slung over his shoulder. Like loading mulch bags, he lumbered through the yellow light of the parking lot and dropped Kavi into to the trunk of a small Honda Civic.