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“What total dipstick designed this thing?” Unable to stand it any longer, Holly had headed over to the air battle booth.
“Isn’t it amazing? Look at how th—”
Holly reached out and grabbed the geek by the throat to cut him off. “Listen to my words very carefully. What total dipstick of a no-hoper wanker designed this thing?”
She eased off enough to allow him to speak. He wasted more of her time by inhaling desperately. He finally flapped a hand at five-six of built redhead. Holly stepped over as the woman closed a deal—selling a copy each to five salivating geek boys. Holly waited until they had fawned their way into the distance before confronting her.
“Who designed your ‘ultra-realistic’ crashes?”
“Do you like them?”
“They’re total crap.”
“Well, everyone’s welcome to their opinio
