City of God

Hey, Beto took a lend of my shooter, then said he wasn’t givin’ it back,’ Russian Mouse told Pipsqueak.

‘Hey, there might be some crazy bastards over there. And they might even be as crazy as me, but more than me, no way, know what I’m sayin’? I don’t take shit from no one. If a guy gives me a hard time, I fill ’im with lead. C’mon, dare me to give those dickheads over there a hard time.’

‘Obstacle … go round!’

‘Nothin’ goes!’

Flying kites:

‘Don’t go, your line’s too short.’

‘I’m gonna try and tangle him.’

‘No way! Go for his tail and line.’

‘I can’t. The glass on my line’s not sharp enough.’

‘You’ve gotta pull him up.’

‘I’m gonna drag him.’

‘He’ll hitch you up.’

‘Here goes!’

Playing games:

‘One hit, ’cos there’s a new It!’

‘One hit!’

‘I hit him and everyone else does too!’

‘I hit him but no one else does!’

‘Jump the graveyard wall!’

‘The graveyard’s on fire!’

‘Every monkey on his branch!’

‘Send a letter to your girlfriend.’

‘Out of ink!’

‘Freeze!’

‘One hit, ’cos there’s a new It!’

‘One hit!’

C’mon, let’s head up this way,’ suggested Squirt.

‘No, let’s go through the Rec – it’s more open. Then we can see everyone … and let’s get Cleide to take the shooters,’ said Hammer.

‘Noway, man!’ answered Squirt. ‘Real gangsters’ve gotta stay tooled up. I’m not going round without nothin’. You never know if someone’s gonna show up and try to grab our money. We don’t know who’s who round here, man! You think we’re the only gangsters in this place? Everyone here’s from the favelas! There’s even guys from out of town holed up round here. And what if the pigs show up? How you gonna deal with them? Fists ain’t gonna do the job!’ concluded Squirt without slowing his pace.