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cause I’ve felt it also, and I know something's down therfe and also you’re my very best friend.”
'Thanks a lot, Benny!” As I was about to leave, I turned around to look [■ at Benny. He was already calling the .cars. Benny is one man that it is good to be a friend of. ;
The next four days were the slo* . west of my life. I spent my days helping Benny. I don't know, but I could almost swear that every time I went * past a drainage hole or the gate to the old subway, I could hear a {gurgling noise and see a weird sort of glow. I’ didn’t tell anybody, but I thought that the slime was moving. \
It knew what was going' to happen. The sooner we would blow it up, the sooner I would feel better. At last the four days were up, and everybody was evacuated. Benny and I went to Mr. Kovac’s house, and there were indeed four large gas trucks. Mr. Kovae and another guy were already in two of them. I asked Kovac once more what the plan was and then we got in and headed to the subway.
When we got to the entrance, the police were already there. We stuffed the four horses down the entrance and waited. Two hours later the tanks were empty, and a stick of dynamite was strapped to the ceiling at the bottom of the stairs. We rolled out the wire as far as it would go, and everything was set.
“Mike, since you’re on this one, you push it.” Finally, it was all before me, the plunger and the end to whatever it’s called. I was about to push when I heard a gurgling noise. The tunnel was becoming lighter, and a Slow stream of slime emerged from the tunnel. The slime was hesitant at first, like it was afraid of light, but then it started moving again.
"Push it, Mike! Now before it’s too late!” My hands were frozen. No! I discovered it, and I’m going to put an end to it!
I pushed down on the plunger as far as it would go. There was a small tremor and then silence. “It didn’t work! It didn’t work! That slime stuff is going to eat us alive!” I looked over at Kovac.
“What are you gonna do? Just sit there and let it eat you?”
“No, I’m just going to sit here and 'wait for the explosion, and if I were you I’d lie down.”
I didn’t know what else to do. Kovac was just sitting there looking at the slime, and so I sat down and waited also. The slime stopped and started to quiver. Another tremor rocked the ground and the tunnel became bright, and fire and concrete were blown out of it.
It caught a few bushes on fire and singed the grass. The whole area® of th4' subway gave a violent lurch, and went down in a cloud of smoke. The nuyor part was over. The slime was dead, and some firefighters were putting out some small fires caused by the explosion.
It was time for us to go home. Later that week, Benny invited me over for Kat’s famous spaghetti. After
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