A Bag of Hammers Page #3

- What is so god damn funny?!

- I am not laughing, he...

I'm sorry. You speak in

Michael Bolton lyrics.

- That's funny.

- F*** you, Alan. F*** you.

You are ugly

and you have a little dick.

- Large for my height.

- How would you... listen-

Please, okay, I just want

to tell you that today

- we were working, okay-

- You were stealing.

...at Mountain View,

around noon,

and totally, coincidentally,

- Without any malice-

- Or whatever we took...

I should have known it was you.

You stole my car?

Yeah, but we didn't

know until after.

You stole my f***ing car!

- It wasn't like...

- ...but we did.

- And we're sorry.

- We're so sorry.

- And I still love you.

- And I still love you... um...

I don't still love you...

I don't like you...

I don't hate you...

it's in the middle.

It's right in the middle.

Ow!

It... it's ambivalence, mainly...

You really wanna do

another funeral today?

Ah, I'm open.

What do you feel like?

What is it?

Hey.

Is he wearing camouflage?

- Hey.

- You want some tea?

No.

You want to come out

of the hedge?

What are you doing, Alan?

He probably has lice.

Ben!

Hey, shouldn't you be at school?

I'm not going today.

Look, kid, if you want

to do good in school...

Well.

If you want to do

well in school,

You got to keep showing up.

Until graduation.

When did you graduate?

That is a good question.

When did you graduate?

That's -

that's not the point.

There's something

called a G.E.D.

Anyways...

Stay in school.

Okay?

Get a job.

Don't drink and drive.

Just say no.

- Okay, we gotta go to work.

- Yeah.

What do you do?

Can I come with you

to your job or something?

I've got money.

I can buy sodas.

I don't think your mom

would like that very much.

She won't care.

So, what kind of placement

are you looking for, Lynette?

Anything really. I just

would love to get to work.

Okay.

Your resume looks... fine.

Do you have call

center experience?

No, I don't.

But I like people.

Okay.

And what's your WPM?

- Excuse me?

- Words per minute.

Oh.

Thirty, thirty five.

- Right...

- But I'm getting faster.

Are you up to date on Mac OS-X?

Um, some yeah.

The older version, I think.

Excel?

Uh, no-

Quicken... or should

I bother to ask?

I'm sorry...

- Hey look at this.

- Hey!

D*ckhead!

Why you talk so funny?

Shut up, Scott.

- Part of growing up.

- Or what, D*ckhead?

Get off me!

Ooh.

Kid's got a jab.

You gonna cry, p*ssy?

Hey! That's enough of that.

Get out of here.

Leave him alone.

Get!

- What do you got?

- Oh nice!

They're unlocked.

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