rutal ran his check…round； Wharton was standing at the door of his cell。 He waited until Brutal looked up at him； then slammed the heels of his hands into his bulging cheeks and shot a thick and amazingly long stream of chocolate sludge into Brutal's face。 He had crammed the entire moon…pie into his trap； held it there until it liquefied； and then used it like chewing tobacco。
Wharton fell back on his bunk wearing a chocolate goatee； kicking his legs and screaming with laughter and pointing to Brutal； who was wearing a lot more than a goatee。 〃Li'l Black Sambo； yassuh； boss； yassuh； howdoo you do？〃 Wharton held his belly and howled。 〃Gosh； if it had only been ka…ka！ I wish it had been！ If I'd had me some of that………〃
〃You are ka…ka；〃 Brutal growled； 〃and I hope you got your bags packed； because you're going back down to your favorite toilet。〃
Once again Wharton was bundled into the strait jacket； and once again we stowed him in the room with the soft walls。 Two days； this time。 Sometimes we could hear him raving in there； sometimes we could hear him promising that he'd be good； that he'd e to his senses and be good； and sometimes we could hear him screaming that he needed a doctor； that he was dying。 Mostly； though； he was silent。 And he was silent when we took him out again； too； walking； back to his cell with his head down and his eyes dull； not responding when Harry said； 〃Remember； it's up to you。〃 He would be all right for a while； and then he'd try s