The Scapegoat

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Yes, paps makes it perfect. X minus 1 and the scapegoat. Well, Guy didn't have a chance.

All he could do was shield his head with his limp arms and mold, while his other color, Husky Young Six-footer gave him a vicious cold blood of beef. Hey! Hey, turn it out! You! Turn it out, beating up an old man like that!

I said, turn it out! Wow, how'll I go of him? Well, what have you got to say for yourself before I belt you as hard as you hit the old man here? Well, hey, you wait!

Wait, you know, God, pull him! Hey, you all right, Pop? Are you okay? What happened? Was he trying to rob you or something? Look, look, you'll be all right now. You'll be okay. Lucky I came along there.

No cops anywhere. Okay, come on old timer. Up on your feet. You're going home with me. I suppose it seems callous to think of it. But this old man was just what I'd been looking for.