081413 #worm The yelling outside grows rhythmic, cultic. An engine roars. There is a terrific concussion that sets the metal walls of the truck, and Him and Me's ears, ringing. The accompanying flash brightens the cracks around the door. Yelling ensues. Him and Me fall back against one wall of their disgusting womb. Then comes another great smashing noise--they are jolted again. The yelling swells up, then subsides.