“The boisterous crowd suddenly went silent as Bentley hailed out, “Whoooa!”
He raised a hand and signaled Kidd to the center. A thin boy not more than three feet, boldly stepped up and scowled at the trembling Roger.
“Show this fool how we bathe freaks!” Bentley yelled.
Kidd hesitated, then began to cough.
His stomach rattled from an assumingly untreated chest cold as he gargled his saliva mixed with mucus and tried to stretch himself up to Roger’s size. With one big puff, he spat in Roger’s face. Everyone turned up their noses and booed in disgust.
Roger cried out frantically as the load splattered all over his face and eyeglasses. He began to wipe his face over and over with his hands and was fuming with anger and embarrassment. He felt nauseous as the raw scent of Kidd’s mucous disgusted him…”