Booker barked a gruff laugh."Don't tempt me,boy."
He turned away. "'M Solterran, if it please you. Whatever you are, hope you're ashamed. I can't tell if you want yer teeth knocked out to justify your whingeing, or if yer showin' 'em to me all proud-like after slobberin' and cryin' like a baby.
"Why would any god want someone like you for a worshiper? All spindly-legged, can't do a damn thing for yourself, blubberin' like a lost foal wantin' his Mama to come find him."
He looked back over his shoulder with a jaundiced eye. "I'm sure she's real impressed, boy. Good luck with that."
He started to pack up his things.
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