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This is the sort of situation where apologies don't really matter
J.: You see, these type bombs, they make a big hecka bang. Feel it all the way to Kansas City. Windows goin everywhere, stuff.
O.: So it'll take care of the stuff?
J.: It more than take care of the stuff. It remove it from history.
O.: Hey, that's a good line.
J.: I say thanks cept I don't want to spend the effort, know.
O.: Yeah. So. Everyone's out of the building?
J.: Last I noticed, everyone gone.
O.: Let's blow it, then. Hang on -- let me get the binoculars. I want to watch.
J.: Okay.
O.: Alright, I can see it. Yeah, looks empty to me. Let me get as focused as I can...okay. Blow it.
J.: And -- kaboom.
O.: Wait, nothing happened.
J.: When the roof next door, means something happened.
O.: No, the roof's still there.
J.: No, roof in the parking lot next door.
O.: No, it's -- oh, (censored).
J.: Uh-oh.
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