Smart Boris: Today, not so smart. Maybe out of sympathy for Slothrop and his mystery knee, maybe because he convinced himself that a beautifully executed backhand volley will earn him untold riches and this giant rabbit:
(That's a big rabbit!) Whatever the reason, while running to cover the ad court, where he planned to display his masterful backhand volley in the most conspicuous fashion--a moderate cross-step punching motion with a classical scissor finish--he slipped and fell backward onto his right forearm. Oh, it hurt, my God how it hurt. But in Ukraine pain is like candy. What worries Smart Boris is the swelling around his radius. Has he given himself a radial head fracture just in time for Wimbledon? Tomorrow morning X-rays, and not other rays, will tell him.
Slothrop: Above, Slothrop contemplates what went so terribly, horribly wrong at the net. But so he'll buy One-Armed Boris an ice-cream cone and won't even beat him up in Guitar Hero.
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