Sticky laughed. He was beginning to talk a little faster now. "That Yankee Jap in the line ahead of you, he’s gonna toss, and turn, and sweat, and dream bad dreams. I could have killed him, just as easy, with venom. He could be dead right now, but why kill a flesh, when I can touch a soul? For everyone around him now, he’ll talk dread and fear, dread and fear, just like burning meat stinks."