Awright, smoke it up!
In unison they chant:
Society is checking his yoyo edge with a file, covertly
ANGLE BOSS KEAN:
You eyeballin' there, Society?
Checkin' my yoyo, Boss!
He sees something o.s. He speaks, as they all do outside,
like a ventriloquist, not moving the lips, and in a stage
whisper, to Dragline.
Drag... Drag... Newmeat Bus! We got
us Newmeat tonight!
They look up covertly.
windows; and men in it, appears down the road approaching
look at it.
KOKO AND GAMBLER
No more than five. For a cold drink.
Bet! Babalugats, bet here!
CLOSE SHOT GODFREY
looking at the Newmeat Bus.
INT. NEWMEAT BUS
landscape, bleak and hopeless.
not like they're tracking, but just playing as the truck
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