Amscray

Amscray!

Get out of here! Amscray!

"Brownie. (Backed to D.R.; looking from one to the other.) Sa-ay, am I interrupting anything? Verona. (Smiling; lightly.) Yes, you are! Amscray!"

It made her nervous. She considered wheeling on him with a glare and an icy whisper: “Amscray, Buster!”

Charlie nods. “Amscray. I got some sorting out to do myself […]”