Oh, Yeah! Of Course I Work for Free!
Sitting in the yard, fire burning in the pit…while it’s ninety fucking degrees…. Manuel’s trying to fix the busted guitar, and then I hear this:
Tommy (the cop): So Red? We should do this computer video stuff.
ME: Where’s my beer? (found) Where’s my dog? DUDE! (Bootz shows up) Why didn’t you bite Tommy?
Tommy: He loves me.
ME: Yeah, that always gets in the way… Yardboys don’t love you, though.
Tommy: They ain’t here. You lock ’em up when you barbecue.
ME: True. But I did not lock the storm celler doors… POGUE!
… and my beasties came storming up.
Tommy: Er…
Bootz: You are totally fucking hosed.
ME: HELLO YOU DAFT BASTARDS. Bite the dago.
Tommy: Fuckin’ hell…
