O'Toole reached the door with Blake.
"What are the plans," he asked? "I'm in on them remember."
"Then start howling at the top of your lungs," Blake grinned. "Call Harror every name you ever heard of, but remember there are women in the car. We're going to get dragged out of here and have a talk with that freak."
O'Toole nodded.
"Okay!" he said. "I get the idea. If we can be bad boys, maybe Harror will spank us himself."
"He'll try," Blake answered quietly. "From then on it will depend on us who does the punishing."
Blake turned to the door and ignoring Dauna, started to pound on it with all his strength, O'Toole added his weight to Blake's and they started to shout loudly.
"We want to sock that big goon, Harror," O'Toole howled. He turned and winked at Dauna. "How'm I doing?" he asked.
Dauna smiled gamely.