"What's your handle?" Max asked as he extended his hand to help the lad up.
"Goner," the young man said. He really didn't know what to say at the moment; he realized that his life was over anyway.
"Goner?"
Max repeated, his hand still extended as an offer to help the lad back
to his feet. "Well Goner, I hate to tell you to say goodbye to the rest
of your life as you know it."
Goner closed his eyes; he didn't want to see the gun.
He felt Max's hand on his arm helping him up. "Let's see what the Professor has to say to you."
"Huh?" Goner asked in stunned disbelief.
"Goner," Max said. "You might be cursing the day you met me from this day forward."
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