- posted: January 12 @ 3:26pm
Beat pulled his blade, it was so silver and smooth it looked as if it was forged from the factories down by Brooksie's.
"Cut em, Beat," sang the Greasers. The Socs were on their turf, it was time to pay.
"I'll let that yuppy scum take the first slice, he couldn't hit me if his scholarship to State was ridin on the line," yelled Beat.
"Why I oughta! Johnny was about to charge."