“Hey, tell Big Red over there to slow down.”
“I keep telling him, Weir. He won’t listen.”
“Gingers can be obstinate.”
“I have no idea what that means.”
“Is Radio City an actual place?”
“No.”
“Because, uh, I’m picturing a universe like in the children’s film Cars.”
“But instead of cars being alive, it’s radios?”
“Yeah. And the fancy systems are racist against the transistors. And, uh, the senior citizens are all AM car radios with the push-button.”
“And then video comes and kills everybody.”
“There you go, there you go.”
“Hey, how much did you tell Treyvon we were gonna pay him?”
“Oh, I didn’t. I thought you were having that conversation with him.”
“Nope.”
“Ah.”
“So, no one has discussed him getting paid?”
“Looks it.”
“Let’s keep it that way.”
“Good idea, yeah. We should give him cab fare, though.”
“Oh, sure. And I got a shitload of coupons for the restaurant.”
“That’s perfect.”
“I think so.”
Could we talk about Phil’s phootwear?
The soles are a bit odd, aren’t they?
Sneezy at the bass. 🙂