Marsha - At the shop shop, "I need a new body for the Beast."
Nails - "Anything to do with you being all over the six o'clock news ?"
Marsha - "Everything to do with that. In three hours, you keep my winnings and the blower and the stacks."
Nails - "What the fuck am I gonna do with the stacks ?"
Marsha - "Five o'clock news. Others will try."
Nails - "Yeah ... you know more people would have bet against you if it weren't for all that press."
Marsha - "You mean all that awesome ? And I need the tank from the other bus mounted."
Nails - "In three hours."
Marsha - "I believe in you."
Nails - A look ... "What color."
Marsha - "Schoolbus orange."
Nails - "What city."
Marsha - (: "This one."
Nails - "How 'bout we give it the number from the one that rides that suburb you trashed."
Marsha - "That's a terrible idea. Make it so."
Nails - "We're gonna need your uh ... " looks to the hippies ...
Marsha - "Hippies."
Nails - "Yeah. Do you trust them with rivet guns ?"
Marsha - "Some of them ... "
Nails - "And the crane ?"
Marsha - "None of them. I'm rated."
Nails - "For a shop crane."
Marsha - "Yep !"
Nails - "Where the hell did they find you ?"
Marsha - "Hanging around the grand prix."
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At the grand prix holding up the trophy.
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Nails - "Though I recognized you ... 'Marsha'. Wanna a new job ?"
Marsha - "Maybe when this one expires."
Nails - A laugh, "That might be a while." He motions over an assistant and whispers in the ear.
Hammer - "A school bus ?" ... "Yeah I now where there might be one."
Nails - "Legitimate. No one looking for it."
Marsha - "You were gonna rob the school weren't you."
Hammer - Smiles ... "Maybe."
Marsha - To Nails, "You know maybe I work here after this gig, I need to pick up an old guy first and then drop him off."
Nails - "So I hear. Around the way. Do you have any idea ... "
Marsha - "Yes."
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Nails - "Alright Miss 'Schoolbus Orange', but just so you know, that's why the discount. Those are not one but two big hits. Some people don't mind one and some the other but I don't mind both."
Marsha - "And both tanks filled."
Nails - "But I like to now things. For the gas." Leans forward, quietly. "Where you gonna take 'em when it's done ?"
Marsha - "From whence they came ... "
Scott - Coughing hard, he passes back the joint in a hurry. "Need ... " hack " ... Coffee."
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Roger - Watching Scott break up the weed into a to go cup ... "What the fuck are you doing ?"
Scott - "It works."
Roger - "Why the fuck out of all these hippies and road, have I heard of no one doing that, ever ?"
Scott - Stirring the cup, "No idea. But as long as it's got the creamer fats to absorb the THC ... it works. But you know I've wondered that myself. You should try it." Sips ... a smile, "It'll make you a believer."
Furrowed brow ... he pulls out the bag.
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Laughing their way down the street ...
Roger - "Well ... ho ... lee ... shit. Why does nobody do this !? It's fucking perfect !"
Scott - "Ye of little faith."
Roger - "Where'd you pic this hit up from ?"
Scott - "Five years breathing that toxic air ... hence the cough ... and then dealing with humans of course, a solution was required. You ever try talking to these bastards !?"
Roger - "That I have ... that I have. They say killing's hard ... but sometimes they really do make it harder not to. So how are we going to do this."
Scott - "Simultaneous, exactly the same time, or we just wasted it. Otherwise, it's like any other gig."
Roger - "You sure about that ?"
Scott - "Sadly, very. Regardless of what that may mean."
Roger - "Hm." Drinks ... "This is seriously the good shit though. We need to spread the word."
Scott - "Just did."