fargo38 porridge

Her eyes went to the Chicago girls on the ground. One of them—not a dead one, but dazed and groaning—was the girl Cicero had tasked with watching Sloan and Hennepin. Porridge, if Sloan remembered right, which she totally probably didn't. She glanced to check if anyone else was watching (nobody except Hennepin, cowering against the street curb) and rushed to Porridge's supine body.

"Guh?" said Porridge. Sloan slammed her knuckle into Porridge's face and knocked her out of commission.

(Fargo, Chapter 38)