Excerpt from my library…

“He says if I kick anything, it’ll fall off.”
“I ran into one of your pals,” he said, “a modern.”
“Yeah?  Which one?”
“Lupus Yonderboy.  Had a message.”  He passed her a paper napkin with W I N T E R M U T E printed in red feltpen in his neat, laborious capitals.  “He said—”  But her hand came up in the jive for silence.
“Get us some crab,” she said.

Case and Molly
Neuromancer, William Gibson