Marc was unaware of this latter development; both his soul and body were too consumed with throbbing pain to be concerned any longer with such trivialities as the X Bomb and the demise of the world. The world could go to hell in beach sandals and it would be as nothing to the awful thing which had befallen him. Thrusting his hands forcibly to the seat of his anguish, he dislodged his head from the radio and regarded Julie from a crouching position. Clutching himself in a most unmindful way he stared up at his mate with almost animal loathing.
"What a rotten thing to do!" he rasped. "And what a fiendish place to do it! You ... you're ... you're inhuman!"
Julie laughed evilly. "I warned you, you reptile! I told you I couldn't stand any more!"
Marc grimaced as a new wave of pain surged upward through his body. "I just hope you're proud, waiting until a man's got his back turned and then kicking him in the...!"
"There's no need to be crude about it," Julie cut in quickly.
"That's funny, that is!" Marc snapped, baring his teeth. "Me—crude! What about you? I suppose you've been the perfect little lady in this affair? I'm not surprised you can't bear to face your crime!"
"Vulgar!" Julie yelled. "Vulgar, skinny man!"
Marc glanced at the radio. "You've ruined it!"
"You ruined it yourself. Though I will say that if you hadn't, I had every intention of taking a meat axe to it."