Luke attacks

"Is your Bible rotting?" Rot asked. "Or are you just suffering from deodorant failure?"

He'd thought Luke had been turning red before. Now he rivaled a beet. "Do not blaspheme."

"Hey, it's not me who's carrying an old book bound in dead cowhide."

"Don't let him talk to you that way. Smash his head in." That was Taylor. A pretty blond cheerleader, she could have stood to lose a few pounds but most of her curves were the right kind. His first time through, Rot had a crush on her--and had never gotten the nerve to talk to her. Apparently her boobs had blinded him to her less endearing characteristics, including an apparent desire to see Rot pounded through the pavement.

"It's the only Christian thing to do," Rot said. "Assuming you're man enough."

"Long-haired hippy-freak."

"Show me in the Bible where it says guys should shave their heads. Was that in the Sampson story?"

Rot wasn't sure it was the head-shaving thing or Taylor's encouragement but Luke handed the cheerleader his Bible (she snuggled it to her tits), made a big deal about stretching and then, without warning (at least as he thought), launched a kick at Rot's groin.