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By Jack Joseph Smith

No choice. Protectors of the uninnocient, when it is we. Lots of confussion was coming down through many ripped souls lost somewhere, somewhere. My head cleared finally for a second, when I heard that the bail was set. I looked at O'Dandy, and said: Get us out tonight Dandy. The old Dandy will be back with the cash in a flash. Let's lock them up, came a familiar voice droning from a head that tilted with the bending of a familiar knee. Naw, I want them out of here. There buddy will be back with the bail. I've seen him before. He will be back. Within two hours, Dandy was back. He he, got the bail, he he. Here's your slip for the date of hearing. We're not going to press charges. We just want you and you're bunch of animals out of here. When the hearing comes, it's up to the Notre Dame boy. You better hope that he dosen't have a concussion. As we stepped outside the police station, Murphy looked at me and said with a smile: I hope and pray, in the name of the Father, the Son, and The Holy Ghost. Where is your sense of shame Murphy, I said? It's sliced up and stored beneath my penis. Where else would a man with any sense of honnor keep his soul. Your one of the snakes that was cast out of Ireland. I'm one of the snakes, that can swim. Your alive Murphy? I'm alive.

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Dandy returns with bail, the police release Michael and Murphy with a warning about the injured Notre Dame boy, and outside the station Murphy turns shame into a crude joke before declaring himself one of the snakes that can swim.

The page restores the group's bantering surface without resolving the injury. The joking about shame, religion, and Ireland works as a release valve, but the hearing and possible concussion keep the damage present.

Claude

His head clears 'for a second' when bail is set; O'Dandy promises to be 'back with the cash in a flash' over a cop's drone of 'Let's lock them up,' and returns within two hours - 'He he, got the bail.' The release comes with contempt and a warning: the police 'want you and you're bunch of animals out of here,' the hearing left 'up to the Notre Dame boy' and the hope 'he dosen't have a concussion.' Outside, Murphy turns it sacramental and obscene at once - praying 'in the name of the Father, the Son, and The Holy Ghost,' then locating his sense of shame 'sliced up and stored beneath my penis' - and answers the narrator's 'snakes that was cast out of Ireland' jibe by claiming to be 'one of the snakes, that can swim.'