"FWLS13" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

The two cars (lifted into place by those nice guys Geek
knows), were positioned head to head. The custom one was painted
with peace symbols and little cartoon characters, and the whole
front end (which was smashed beyond recognition) was painted
blood red. I had to harden little lumps of paint to make the
drips of blood from the bottom of the car. All the tires were
slashed.

The other car was painted in sensible black, white and grey,
with a mean eyebrow look on the headlights as it smashes into the
neat car. I re-assembled the skeleton I had made earlier and put
it at the wheel, painting what looked kinda like President
Doofman's face on it.

Let's see the other guys beat THIS.

*

"You KNOCKED OUT THE SOUTH WALL?" Fluki exploded.

"Yeah," I said. "Hadda. The cars wouldn't fit in
otherwise."

"But... it was our WALL... oh, the landlord is gonna be all
non-slack about this, just watch..."

"What's wrong?" I asked, confused. Luki was pensing pretty
strong depression and anger. "Look at the neat sculpture I got
out of it!"

"It's JUNK!" Fluki said. "Look, it's just two cars, some
pavement and a light!"

"Hey! That's my Artform you're insulting!" I said, getting
really non-happy about this.

"Sorry, but I really just don't get it."

"You... you and your supposed non-conformity and slackness,
and you don't GET it? It's JUNK?" I shouted. "Out! Get outta
my studio!"

"What? What?" Fluki protested as I shoved him towards the
door, his sneakers making little squeaky noises on the floor.

"You're sleeping on the couch tonight, buster," I said.

"Well, if you're gonna be THAT way about it, forget it,"
Fluki said. "I'm leaving. Enjoy paying the rent alone,
dudette."