"Really?" Linger asked in mock concern, "I see nothing wrong with it."
Delvecchio's arms and legs were completely smooth.
"No," Jim insisted, "you just can't do that to a person."
"Normally I would agree with you," Linger asserted, "but the word 'person' does not apply in this case. This," he indicated Delvecchio, "is a fine specimen of pseudo-human refuse."
Delvecchio was desperately yanking at the hear on his head, which almost reached to his hips.
"All right, so he's not exactly mother Teresa," said Jim, "still, he does not deserve this."
"Jimmy, my boy," Linger snapped his fingers and Delvecchio froze in place. "I just can't understand you. Here you have this pathetic excuse for a human being, obnoxious, stupid, scrooge, without even one good trait of character. He treated you like shit every day you worked here and still you feel sorry for him? He's garbage! He should be thankful I let him live."
"I demand you leave him be!" Jim stomped his foot.
Linger regarded Jim for a moment, then said:
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