“Manny, is that any way to treat an old acquaintance?”
“Acquaintance? You’re no acquaintance of mine!” said Manny, holding his hands up palm forward.
“Really,” said the menacing giant. “Maybe this will jog your memory.”
The giant held up his Saturn-shaped knuckle duster near Manny’s face.
“Oh, no…” said Manny, or he would have if he had not lost his breath. Instead of words, what came out of his mouth was a horrified whisper or squeak.