“He’s gonna flatten our flavor,” Pudd’n growled, tuning her flamethrower-bass. “Tonight, we give him a sticky awakening.”
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For three generations, the Freaks had ruled the underground. They weren't criminals, not exactly. They were performance anarchists —a roving collective of punk-rock contortionists, beatboxing beekeepers, and breakdancers in inflatable bee suits. Their leader was a one-eyed, gravel-voiced woman named Pudd’n, who wielded a bass guitar that doubled as a flame thrower. Their creed: “If the world is a bland pancake, we are the hot, chaotic syrup.” “He’s gonna flatten our flavor