Nor could he manage to avoid Audie’s better half, who took up the better half of the hall. “Hey, hoss!” Wall boomed as Max ran into him, bouncing off his massive chest like a pinball. “Sorry, Mister—um, Wall,” Max stammered. “Mr. Wall?” He gave Max a staredown. “You all right? Heard you just trapped the almighty Rat.” “Oh, no, not really.” Max shot a sheepish look at the students streaming by, some of whom were not-so-sheepishly staring back and giggling. “Just took a little pop quiz.” “That you knew every answer to.” Max paused in his escape attempts. “Wait, that last one was right? Everyone really dies?” “Duh, hoss. It’s Hamlet. ‘To thine own self be true.’” Max simply didn’t know what to do with this previously unknown Shakespeare-quoting version of Wall. So he patted his arm—an arm that was easily as wide around as Max’s torso—and said, “Indeed! Forsooth!” as he tottered away. Mercifully, Lore was waiting for him outside at the bike rack.
