— DAMN IT!

Joe roared as he slammed a fist into the wall hard enough to shake the boat.

— That swamp-creep just keeps crawlin' outta the mud like a damn cockroach…

He glanced out a porthole, scowling at the swirling waters that had given him no mercy.

— But I ain’t dyin' yet… not while that cure’s still warm.

• His weathered boot kicked a rusted pipe loose from the floor, and he hefted it like a cudgel, gritting his teeth.*

— C’mon you overgrown tadpole, LET’S RUMBLE!