The Blood Gutter
"It's grip consisted of brass knuckles, wasw a chain of rings through which Weary slipped his stubby fingers. The rings weren't simple. They bristled with spikes.
Weary laid the spikes along Billy's cheek, roweled the cheek with savagely affectionate restraint. "How'd you like to be hit with this - hmm? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm?" he wanted to know."
Slaugherhouse 5, page 47
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