[He laughs.] I ain't on oith and I ain't in heaven, get me?
I'm in de middle tryin' to separate 'em, takin' all de woist
punches from bot' of 'em. Maybe dat's what dey call hell, huh? But
you, yuh're at de bottom. You belong! Sure! Yuh're de on'y one in
de woild dat does, yuh lucky stiff! [The gorilla growls proudly.]
And dat's why dey gotter put yuh in a cage, see? [The gorilla
roars angrily.] Sure! Yuh get me. It beats it when you try to tink
it or talk it--it's way down--deep--behind--you 'n' me we feel it.
Sure! Bot' members of dis club! [He laughs--then in a savage
tone.] What de hell! T' hell wit it! A little action, dat's our
meat! Dat belongs! Knock 'em down and keep bustin' 'em till dey
croaks yuh wit a gat--wit steel! Sure! Are yuh game? Dey've looked
at youse, ain't dey--in a cage? Wanter git even? Wanter wind up
like a sport 'stead of croakin' slow in dere? [The gorilla roars
an emphatic affirmative. YANK goes on with a sort of furious
exaltation.] Sure! Yuh're reg'lar! Yuh'll stick to de finish! Me
'n' you, huh?--bot' members of this club! We'll put up one last
star bout dat'll knock 'em offen deir seats! Dey'll have to make
de cages stronger after we're trou! [The gorilla is straining at
his bars, growling, hopping from one foot to the other. YANK takes
a jimmy from under his coat and forces the lock on the cage door.
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