The biker bounced his head on the floor. “Talk, dammit!”
“There's three buttons right next to each other, see?” the clerk managed. “Colored red, white and blue. The pump shut-off’s the white one in the middle.”
“Somebody ...!” the biker called.
The hoodlum at the top leapt off the pile, and scrambled for the counter. And just like that—the radio came back on. Clear as fiber optics compared to the noise of the last few hours, it rang out amidst the c*****e with the sound of heated debate:
“... ships full of little green men, is that what you 're saying?”
“I’m simply saying, the unidentified lights originated in those areas affected by weather disturbances—”
“And the disturbances began after the Troy Harper verdict, hence some kind of extra-terrestrial involvement in both—am I warm, ca
