I can see where this is gonna end. Amos and Rap will each issue a triple-dog-dare challenge to the other to meet "after school" at the vacant lot and have it out. There they will face off in fronta their friends (the maybe 3 or 4 they have) and a crowd of bored kids who ain't got nothin' better goin' than to watch a pair of incompetent puffballs attempt to give each other a poundin'.

After a whole lotta empty boastin' and threats, accompanied by boos and catcalls from the impatient crowd, they will finally raise their fists, both scared outta their wits, and start circlin' each other in a wary fashion.

One of 'em will try a preliminary swing which will meet empty air as the other rapidly backpedals. The crowd will laugh and jeer. More futile blows at empty air will fail to meet the mark. Finally someone will sneak up behind one of our flailin' heroes and bodily push him into the other one, precipitatin' a wild struggle that features slaps, headlocks, hair pullin', chin pushin', ear twistin', kickin', pinchin', eye pokin', noogies, low blows, and other girlie tactics along that general line. They will end up rollin' around in the dirt and gettin' all red-faced with torn clothing, superficial scratches, and little real damage.

About that time their Mommy (MOABS) will arrive in a fury, the crowd will scatter and run, and the two tearful lads will be dragged off by their ears, one on each side, and given a good paddling to teach them not to get into fights.

Peace will return to the MOABS. And I will have a shot of whisky and turn up the sound on tonight's radio show, a rerun of the old program "The Shadow".

- Chongo