Minus
“I’m dying.”
“What the fuck?” The tone in Minus’s voice immediately shifted from anger to concern. I gasped, my hand reflexively covering my mouth.
“I have CRC.”
“What the hell is that?” Minus asked with a slight drawl. Evidence of his time spent in Savannah.
“Jesus, Minus, you sound like a goddamned hillbilly,” Cutter said with a chuckle.
“Colorectal cancer,” Warthog sang out, in a mock country singer voice, to a cheery tune that did not fit the lyrics.
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