“Metzger rushed in to find Oedipus rolling around, trying to get back on her feet, amid a sticky miasma of fragrant lacquer. ‘Oh for Pete’s sake,’ he said in his Baby Igor voice. The can, hissing malignantly, bounced off the toilet and whizzed by Metzger’s right ear, missing by maybe a quarter of an inch. Metzger hit the deck and cowered with Oedipa as the can continued its high-speed caroming…”
— Mar 27, 2026 11:29AM
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