​     Trevor got the centipede.​ Even knowing how invulnerable he was, it still wasn't pleasant to have dozens of metallic arms striking everywhere on his body. Not only that, but this guy had a clear visor. Trevor looked right in Hoby Barker's face, the face of a man as tough as a peach pit and as ornery as a mama bear, a man filled with rage at a world that couldn't be beaten into submission just because that's what he wanted. 

     And now all that fury was focused on Trevor, on tearing Trevor to pieces if he possibly could.

​     So, although Trevor knew in his heart of hearts he could not be harmed, this guy still scared the living shit out of him.

​     Finally, after was seemed like hours, the Silver Centipede stopped wailing on Trevor. Hoby leaned forward until his visor was right in Trevor's face and he said, "Okay buddy, it looks like you've got the upper hand this time, but I'm going to keep an eye out for you, and I know exactly what you look like." Hoby smiled. "And I can see by the look in your eyes that you're just a baby. You don't know shit about nothing. I'm going to enjoy ripping into you, boy. I'm going to take my time with you. You'll be screaming and screaming because I'll be hurting you so bad, and then I'll be hurting you even more. You see if I don't. You see if I don't do what I just said." 

     Trevor gulped. He had absolutely no reply to that.

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