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Phil the power-parker
A.: You know, parking his car like that, right there, is just so irritating.
S.: Yeah, but what do you do about it? He can park there.
A.: But it's a red curb.
S.: So? I've never seen anyone get a ticket on this street.
A.: Yeah, but it's blocking the fire lane. What if there's a fire?
S.: I know, I know.
A.: I just want to kick his tires.
S.: What's stopping you?
A.: Well, it would be rude.
S.: You know you want to.
A.: Well...
S.: Do it. Do it. Do it.
A.: But...
S.: Do it, do it, do it.
A.: Okay.
S.: I gotta see this.
A.: (kicks)
S.: (yells) Crap! What's that noise?
A.: (screams) His car alarm!
S.: (yells) On his tires?
A.: (screams) I guess so.
S.: (yells) Turn it off!
A.: (screams) I don't know how!
S.: (yells) There's a switch inside the car!
A.: (screams) But it's locked!
S.: (yells) What?
A.: (screams) It's locked!
S.: (yells) What?
A.: (screams) Never mind.
S.: You broke his window.
A.: You told me to turn off the alarm. So I did.
S.: Yeah, but --
A.: But nothing! You told me to!
S.: I didn't tell you to break his window.
A.: Yes, you did. Didn't you? You did.
S.: Shoot. He's coming.
A.: He's gonna flip out.
S.: We better hide.
A.: Where?
S.: Um.
A.: Hurry!
S.: Under the car! Quick.
A.: Can he see us?
S.: I don't think so.
A.: I'm scared.
S.: Shhh!
A.: He's jumping around like a ping pong ball.
S.: He's yelling.
A.: Oh, crap, did he just hit that dude?
S.: I think so. See, the guy's flat on his back, and that usually means --
A.: He's really mad.
S.: He's going back inside.
A.: He yelled something about calling the cops.
S.: Good. Maybe they'll ticket him.
A.:
S.:
A. & S.: (laugh helplessly)
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