They come around a little when they realize that the boot on your neck won’t be theirs. That’s about all I’ll give them. Still, and I’ve said this before, in this sort of fight you sometimes find yourself sharing a foxhole with the unlikeliest of people...
“Still, and I’ve said this before, in this sort of fight you sometimes find yourself sharing a foxhole with the unlikeliest of people...”
What’s that story about the foolish woman agreeing to carry a viper across a river?