Biff laughed. “Well, I must admit, I did use a trick.”
“See. Crunch know. You get out by magic.”
“If I got out by magic once, why couldn’t I do it again? Like right now.”
Biff stood up. Crunch leaped to his feet and grabbed Biff by the arm.
“You go, Crunch go with you,” he declared.
“That’s too much of a trick for me,” Biff said, laughing. “Even if you do think I’m magic.”
Crunch released his grasp. Biff sat down, rubbing his arm where the giant had grabbed it.
“Do you like Dietz, Crunch? Do you like working for him?”
Crunch frowned. He looked like a big, bad boy forced to do something he didn’t want to do.
“I’d say you don’t,” Biff went on. “I can’t believe a man like you would work for a bad man like Dietz if you didn’t have to.”