I could write a lot but I prefer not, I don't want to rant. Just few things: Anson was well and truly fucked. Not in the good, slap and tickle kind of way, either. No, he was screwed in the you're going to prison and will probably be sold for a carton of cigarettes way. There is no way that things could get any 'badder' than they currently were.[..]Not any more than it mattered that 'badder' wasn't even a real word. "Helga, the cleaning lady, is going to be so pissed when she comes in tonight," Anson muttered to himself.