Sure, buddy, we'll have the besttimes, Eddie agreed, although wondering how Venom would manage to compare the times they were having with the times anybody else was having. Maybe by the smell of their hormones and endorphins.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, we haven't ridden together yet! Let me drive in the city at least. When we get out where there's not much to hit, you can take over, okay?
He was amused by Venom's fascination with the rabbit's foot. "Oh, no, that's been dead much too long and it's full of toxic chemicals. It's there for decoration," he said out loud, since they didn't have an audience, and petted the blue-dyed fur to show Venom how the softness was enjoyable. He straddled the chopper, inserted the key, and kicked off from the curb in a roar of raw power, using the extra strength he got from Venom to control the monster. "Oh, my God, I love this bike!"
OK, we'll go to a Toys-R-Us next, he agreed.
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"I'll signal you if he's not alone," the gunslinger said wryly, around the cheroot gripped in his teeth. "The signal will be a scream and the sound of multiple bones crunching in the jaws of something with six-inch teeth. Then you can take off and I'll call you when I get back to the land of the living."
He pulled his brows together at the sight of the house. Police tape aside, it was too nice-looking. Even small private lawns in New York were rarer than hen's teeth. "You're sure this is it?"
They were, so he tossed off his jacket, making it even more obvious he wasn't armed, got out of the car and ambled over to the next street. He made no attempt to go unseen, taking so much time on the way to the door that even a drunk man could have spotted him. Once there, he gave the front door a couple of laconic raps and listened carefully.