if he was awake or asleep。 John Coffey was standing at his cell door and watching。 〃You're a bad man and you deserve to go in that dark place；〃 he said； but I don't think Percy heard him。
Into the restraint room we went； Percy's cheeks red and wet with tears； his eyes rolling into their sockets； his pampered locks all flopping down on his forehead。 Harry pulled Percy's gun with one hand and his treasured hickory； head…knocker with the other。 〃You'll get em back； don't worry；〃 Harry said。 He sounded a trifle embarrassed。
〃I wish I could say the same about your job；〃
Percy replied。 〃All your jobs。 You can't do this to me！ You can't！〃
He was obviously prepared to go on in that vein for quite awhile； but we didn't have time to listen to his sermon。 In my pocket was a roll of friction…tape； the thirties ancestor of the strapping…tape folks use today。 Percy saw it and started to back away。 Brutal grabbed him from behind and hugged him until I had slapped the tape over his mouth； winding the roll around to the back of his head； just to be sure。 He was going to have a few less swatches of hair when the tape came off； and a pair of seriously chapped lips into the bargain； but I no longer much cared； I'd had a gutful of Percy Wetmore。
We backed away from him。 He stood in the middle of the room； under the caged light； wearing the straitjacket； breathing through flared nostrils； and making muffled mmmph！ mmmph！ sounds from behind the tape。 All in all；