Throttle squeezed his fist tight and hit Vinnie on his jaw, below the face mask that covered the right side of his face. His eyes were narrowed but no-one could see that from behind his specks. Only his eyebrows told about his mad look.
"Admire this, Vinnie! I want you die and rot so you can admire yer awesomeness in the grave." He hissed biting his teeth so hard together that it had to hurt. Vinnie fell down of his bike on the floor of the garage of the new house they just had moved in.
"Aoww, knock it off, Throttle!" He moaned and rubbed his jaw with his right hand while he got up from the floor, rubbing his butt with left hand. "You’re as fun as fat Plutarkian as a ballet dancer!"
Jack McCyber burst in laughter. He couldn’t help laughing to the image of Lawrence Limburger as ballet dancer.
Charley’s character appeared to the doorway of the garage. The sun shined from behind her and they had to shadow their eyes when they looked to her direction.
"Hey guys, could you please give me a helping hand. All the plates must get in safe in the cupboards before you guys break them like everything else too."
"No, problem Sweetheart!" Vinnie gave her an over sweet smile.
Charley turned to Throttle: "Weren’t you really meaning that what you said to Vinnie just before I appeared here?" She looked to Throttle, demanding an honest answer. She sighed.
"Throttle, you really shouldn’t say so about Vinnie. I bet you would feel really bad if something had happened to Vinnie."
"Phsaw! ...Really bad... ...yeah-yeah..." Throttle mumbled back against what you would ever have thought about him in normality. "I would most likely get over it in couple minutes."
When Charley looked amazedly to Throttle, Vinnie took a disappointed look on his face. "Charley-sweetheart, do you know what Throttle said?" His voice was quiet and hurt. "He wishes for his next birthday present that I would have vanished!"
Charley`s jaw was about to drop. She couldn`t believe that Throttle would ever had said something like that. No, no Throttle; never! But Vinnie`s face and whole appearance told that Throttle had had to hurt his emotions quite roughly.
She looked roughly to Throttle. "You didn´t really say something like that to Vinnie, did you?"
"Of course not." Throttle answered giving a calming smile to Charley and glared Vinnie from the corner of his eye because Vinnie still played to be really hurt. "Or perhaps I did say so, just as a joke. I didn`t mean it" Throttle tried to laugh.
"You yourself are a joke!" Vinnie snapped.
Jack McCyber laughed again.
"Why on Mars Vinnie was so funny now in his opinion? Why all people thought Vinnie to be so handsome, sexy and fun?"
Charley narrowed her eyes warningly. "Throttle, you`re the unofficial leader of the Biker Mice. You should know how to behave. What on Earth has gone in you?!" She shook her head slowly and giving up. "You should know already that Vinnie`s what he is and he won`t change. You two should just take care now until we`ve finished the moving and then we`ll talk about this what has troubled your brother-relationship."
"No problem Charley." Throttle grinned slightly to Charley and moved his hands to hit Vinnie. "I can take care of him gladly!" Then he threw himself to attack to Vinnie.
Vinnie almost laughed his ass off and passed Throttle`s attack on the last moment.
All brothers squabble like that all the time. It doesn`t mean anything. All is innocent and good-willing game.
But Throttle had no idea about that what would happen during next few days.
Nor he had an idea about that he would loose his brother for real.

Part 2: "Cellar"

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