"Oh, smooth Pony; real smooth," Dally said.
"Cut it out Dal" Johnny roared.
"What did you say, you little shit?" Dally roared back.
"Come on' cut it out," Johnny said, in a whisper. "Pony's new at this, aren't ya Pony?"
"Uh-ha," Ponyboy said, looking down at the ground; ashamed. Then, he looked up; and said, dreamily. "Uh-ha...yeah"
"Ooo..." Dally said. "You do have feelings for her"
Pony was getting annoyed; his face was red with anger; as he said. "No, I don't!"
But Dallas wasn't listening. "Pony & Sydney sitting in a tree k.i.s.s.i.n.g" he sang.
"Cut it out Dal" Pony roared. "Cut it out! Or..." he stammered, in a high squeaky voice.
"Or, what?!"
"Cut it out, or..." he was stammering, again. "Cut it out, or..." he paused, thinking.
Or, what" Dally said, with a smirk.
"Or...or..." Pony stammered.
"Or, what" Dally demanded.
"Or, or, I'll kill you"
"Ha," Dally smirked. "You don't have the guts!" Dallas hissed.
"Oh, I have the guts; alright" Pony protested.
"Alright then, Pony," he said, with a smirk. "Try me" he challenged.
"Johnny?"
"Yeah"
"By any chance, do you carry a 6-inch switchblade in your blue jeans' back pocket?"
"Why no I do..." he started. Then, he had a sudden feeling to check his back pocket. As he did so, he discovered that as if by magic a 6-inch switchblade was in his blue jeans' back pocket. "Oh, I guess I do" he exclaimed. "Here, here ya go," Johnny said. "What are ya going to do?"
"Oh, you'll see..." Pony said an evil look in his eye as he took it.
"Ok, Dally; get ready to feel pain" Pony hissed.
"Pony listen, you don't have to do this. This is crazy!" Johnny said, in a nervous panic.
"Johnny's right, Pony; this is crazy" Soda said, in a calm but stern voice.
"I don't care!" Pony roared. Soda jumped back in horror, at Ponyboy's reaction.
"He's mean," Soda said to Darry. As he ran and hid behind him; using him at a safety zone.
Darry seemed surprised. "Soda what happened? You always find a way to calm him down; and I mean...by talking to him in that sweet, mellow, voice of yours. You're like his favorite person/brother ever"
"I don't know..." Soda stammered. "But he sure didn't sound like himself...when I talked, to him"
"Oh, no" Darry exclaimed to soda. "Then, he must be already too far gone"
"Yeah, you're tell'in me," Soda said, with a stuttering shudder. "What are we gonna do?"
