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Grady knew he was fucked right when he walked out onto his porch; Three fella's with revolvers out were standing on it. He reflected that it was very bad that he had n't looked through the peephole. 
 
 No one said anything. As the fella on his right started to aim at his head, he dropped his coffee and the mug slowed in mid air, and a voice like his fathers boomed in his head. Blood was dripping from his right ear. `` Would you like to play a game?'' As the coffee formed cloud shapes he reached for the revolver aimed at his head. 
 
 It felt like he was moving through mallassis but he got the gun anyway and shot the man in the face just as he'd begun to gape. Time sped back up as he shot the two other fella's dead. He took the money from their wallets before he stopped and looked up at the moon. 
 
 `` Haint in the mood,'' said Grady, and he went back inside.
