Honest to God, Saxon, it's that heavy I see some stars.

But it don't hurt an' ain't serious, that high up where the bone's thick.

An' right there he finishes himself, for his bad thumb, which I've known since he first got it as a kid fightin' in the sandlot at Watts Tract--he smashes that thumb right there, on my hard head, back into the socket with an out-twist, an' all the old cords that'd never got strong gets theirs again.

I didn't mean it.

A dirty trick, fair in the game, though, to make a guy smash his hand on your head.