Doug:
I've been thinking about Pedro getting plunked in the head during the parade …
Mike:
That shit was wicked fucking lame!
Doug:
Absolutely! But what the fuck. With all the fucking security cams on traffic signals on buildings, all the fucking news' crews cameras covering the parade, all the moms and pops down from Bangor with their video cams, and all the cool kids with their cell picture phones and not one motherfucker has a single frame showing this would be assassin?
Mike:
No shit. What's the fucking poing of living in a Big Brother society if you can't pick people out of crowd and track their sorry asses down with the five-oh posse?
Doug:
Every minute I stay in this room I get weaker. And every minute the would be Pedro killer squats in the bush he gets stronger …
Mike:
What do you call assassins who accuse assassins?
Doug:
This ball plunking shit's no assassin, no fan. He's an errand boy, sent by grocery clerks, to collect a bill.
Mike:
The horror. The horror.
