CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Put that down, Sasha,” said Rubberman. “Put that down now or else—”
“Or else what?” Sasha’s voice was full of smug satisfaction. “You won’t hurt me. Otherwise, I might just kill you outright.”
“What is going on?” said Bolt, looking from Rubberman to Sasha and back again. “I don’t understand. What is that piece of gum?”
“It’s not gum, Bolt,” said Rubberman. “It’s my life.”
Before Bolt could ask Rubberman to explain, Rubberman launched both of his hands at Sasha. They extended faster than before like they had been shot out of a cannon, and there was no way that Sasha would be able to dodge them even if she hadn’t been an overweight middle-aged woman.
But then Sasha squeezed on the piece of gum and Rubberman’s arms froze. In fact, it wasn’t just his arms that froze, bu
