'Tis the Season,' Nunan Said, 'I'm a Going to Die'

Judge's abdomen was completely soddened with blood, and there were big, ugly perforations in the flesh of his stomach. Newnon continued cutting delicately, tearing away his tea shirt. A malign smell began to gather beneath newton's nose. It took her a second to recognize it as the smell of human shit. How's it luck, gudge, croaked, like you got shot? Ah fock. I'm a going to die. Nunan thought she saw a smile, a brief flicker on judge's lips.