“I’m tired of playing around. So I’m sticking my .44 Magnum in your bearded face, Amos.” “I know. I can read.” “Are you going to tell me the truth about your affair? Or do I have to kill you, and then you’ll tell me the truth?” Amos held up his palms. “How about instead of killing me, we have some ice cream?” “No way. You think you can bribe me with ice cream? What flavor?” “Times New Roman.” “That’s not a flavor. That’s a font.” “So you’re saying you don’t like that type?” I cocked my gun. “Just let me know what flavor ice cream you’ve got.” “I’ve got many flavors, Brother. How about chocolate?” “Never heard of it. Try something familiar.” “How about Booger?” “Booger ice cream?