RAY NEUTRINO COSMIC PIZZA HERO PARTS 2 & 3
RAY NEUTRINO: COSMIC PIZZA HERO pt. 2 Madame Flamingo stood in the ruins of her tiki bar and considered the particular injustice of having your coconuts destroyed by something that didn't even have the decency to pay for them. The roof had a new skylight—one that hadn't been there before the boy came through. The blender had become modern art. And the stool where Old Gus had been sitting peacefully with his piña colada was now a pile of splinters that looked like a bird's nest after a bad season. Gus himself was fine. He'd moved three inches to the left when the boy came through. It was the kind of instinct you developed after sixty-three years on an island where things fell out of the sky with surprising regularity. Madame Flamingo picked up the biggest knife she owned—the one she kept for tourists who didn't pay their tabs—and tested its edge with her thumb. "Le insurance," she said to no one, in an accent that was definitely putting it on, "they ...