Previously: Digger was telling Twain the story of the most annoying villain he ever fought. And now…
â€œHit by what?â€ Twain asked.
â€œWho are we talking about?â€ Digger said. â€œFrog Boy. I turn around, and thereâ€™s this guy in the most ridiculous get-up youâ€™ve ever seen. These weird coveralls like a painterâ€™s smock, leather gardening gloves that looked like heâ€™d stuffed them with newspaper or something–guy had huge hands–this rubber frog mask, and I kid you not, swim fins on over his shoes.
â€œIâ€™m like, â€˜Dude, what the hell?â€™ because the guy Iâ€™m tailing is getting away, but Frog Boy just tells me I have to let this guy leave.
â€œSo I say, â€˜Whoâ€™s going to make me? You?â€™ And he says, â€˜Duh, Iâ€™m already doing it.â€™â€
â€œWell, at least what he lacked in fashion sense, he made up in confidence,â€ Twain said.
â€œDonâ€™t start rhyming again,â€ Digger said.
â€œIâ€™m not,â€ Twain said. â€œJust saying, I like this guyâ€™s style.â€
â€œYou would. So anyway, I decide not to go all Drillery on his ass, because Iâ€™m trying to be discreet here…â€
Twain burst out with a sudden laugh that sounded almost as if he had been punched in the gut.
â€œI know, not my style,â€ Digger said. â€œBut itâ€™s not as if I go around blowing stuff up whenever I feel like it. Itâ€™s usually justified.â€
Digger shook his head. Heâ€™d learned too many times that trying to win that argument was a waste of time and mental energy. People made up stories, about themselves and others, to make sense of the world and keep track of everything that happened. Once they had given you a particular role, no amount of talking could change it. You could only change it through action, and often not even then, since there were so many ways to interpret a given action. â€œSo…â€ he continued, letting the point go, â€œI decided to just go round the guy. Or over. You seen how I can jump, right?â€
â€œMy guy is almost to the exits, but I can catch him up with one big jump. So I donâ€™t even bother arguing with this guy. I just turn and leap. And BOOM! I feel two feet hit me in hte back and Iâ€™m hit sideways across two aisles and crash down in front of this guy selling Dungeons and Dragons miniatures and sheet music.â€
â€œI didnâ€™t know Dungeons and Dragons put out sheet music,â€ Twain said.
â€œIt wasnâ€™t Dungeons and Dragons sheet music,â€ Digger said. â€œJust regular sheet music. Those were just the two things this guy was selling.â€
â€œWhat part of â€˜flea market in Berkeleyâ€™ led you to think it would be anything other than weird?â€ Digger asked. â€œI just remember the booth because the guy lands in front of me as Iâ€™m getting up, and he points at this piece of music, this song Iâ€™d never heard of called Dance With a Dolly With a Hole in Her Stocking, and heâ€™s like, â€˜I know that song.â€™â€
â€œYou remember the name?â€
â€œI ran into it later.â€
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