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suspicion and lust .
“ Is that a spanner in your pants or are you just pleased to see me ?” Baz cooed .
Sorceron simply replied with a guttural growl before reaching for Baz ’ s left sock .
Baz moved like a striking snake and grabbed at the gold chain and its precious cargo of glowing rings which hung from Sorceron ’ s neck . He felt electric shocks shudder through his fist as he dashed for the door ... with great confusion and shouting left in his wake as Crozman pulled the fuses and plunged the bar into darkness .
The rest of the lads had already left , and grabbed Baz as he emerged , and like thieves in the night sprinted after the surprisingly agile Elvis who led them to the garage he had been living in .
“ What a scoundrel ,” Baz gasped as he struggled to run in his ... sister ’ s ... tight red frock and heels .
“ He was about to grab my tits on the first date .”
Inside Elvis ’ s garage , under the gaze of dust-smeared gold records and photos of him holding guns and shaking hands with politicians , the lads laid the three piston
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rings out on the floor .
They remained in silent awe for several minutes before Fred quietly asked Nev if he had any egg sandwiches left . Crozman then indicated he wouldn ’ t say no to one .
“ We must get to work ... the Burgerring 500 is but a fortnight away ,” Gandar snarled .
“ But we ’ ll have that egg sandwich and a cup of tea first ,” he added with a fatherly smile .
Elvis was clearly in no mood for sandwiches and a cup of ‘ that pansy limey soup ’ and went to work straight away ... placing a slab of minced beef in the pan along with two eggs , a lump of cheddar
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GUTTERAL HOWLS Outside , the city burned and frightened souls barricaded themselves in their wretched rooms as the dark riders , whipped into a frenzy by the guttural howls of Sorceron , searched for the rings and those who had dared take them .
By night , under the flickering light of a dozen candles , the lads toiled on Elvis ’ s race bike behind faded rhinestone-studded capes which had been hung over the windows as black-out screens .
Inspired by the three rings which glowed eerily from their
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resting place by the toaster , the lads welded and bolted and brazed away until exhaustion insisted they rest for an hour or two .
Gandar ’ s hands worked in a blur as he fashioned the large cylinder and the piston which would reside within it ... adorned with the three rings which would make it run like nothing ever imagined in the world of combustion .
“ Thaz awesome ,” Elvis said as the final touches were applied .
“ Ladies and gen ’ lman ... the King is about to return ,” he purred .
The Burgerring 500 was the biggest race on the planet . It was the domain of the very best ... the very fastest . Those who won the race were accorded hero status for life . By virtue of victory they never raced it again ... once it had been won there was no need to ever take part again .
It was , quite simply , the pinnacle .
It duly transpired that Gandar knew the Clerk of the Course , Larry Kinn , from the old school daze and so was able to secure a wildcard entry for his rider ... whom he listed on the entry
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