Scarewaves Page #3

Perfect.

You look beautiful.

(giggling)

(chanting)

(clock tolls)

Now, I don't want

you to think

that I see all artists

as selfish and heartless,

I would never paint

in such broad strokes.

(laughs)

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry,

I couldn't resist.

You know what,

I'm not sorry, okay?

This my show tonight, folks.

But to placate you all,

my lovely listeners,

the phone lines

are indeed open,

and clearly you already

know the number.

Hello, caller,

you're on the air.

I wanna f*** you, Amos!

Well, while I certainly

appreciate the sentiment

of your comment,

I've no doubt

that the validity

of what you have to say

may be lost

on the FCC.

But what the hell?

It's our last night

on the air.

They can just put it

on my tab.

Are, are you still there?

Hello?

Yeah...

So, what can I do for you?

Uh, I thought you would

hang up on me.

I, uh...

(phone clicks)

Well, fair enough.

You know, my grandfather

was a man of few words himself,

although I never hope

to see him naked.

I appreciate you,

sweetheart.

Hello, next caller.

Amos Satan?

That's me,

what can I do for you?

Well, for starters,

you can start paying

your debts

like a grown man.

'Scuse me?

Don't you get

your mail, Amos?

Or should I call you Eric?

Listen, buddy,

this is neither

the time or the place

to drudge up

whatever it is

you're selling.

You can't hide.

Goodbye, dickweed.

For some people,

they can never have enough.

Their sense

of entitlement

will forever redefine

what "fair" means.

I'm not trying to get

political or anything,

I mean, whether you're

talking about a politician

or just simply a friend

who's grabbing

the last piece of bread

while you're waiting

for your entree,

it doesn't matter.

Everyone has

their own idea

of what fair means.

This story is

about two men

who draw a line

in the sand,

but as the waves

crash in,

that line begins

to erode.

Is blood really

thicker than water?

I know one thing

for sure,

someone is about

to get their fair scare.

Don't let the puns

stop you, folks,

it's a good one.

Crying,

tugging on my jersey,

pulling my tail,

puking on my shoes.

Yeah, it's a hard knock

life, Pokey.

Don't call me Pokey.

Nobody is ever gonna

call me Pokey again.

Yeah, whatever.

Good evening,

this is Ronnie Reynolds

with a news update.

Our Pilots

won the ballgame,

but it was the entire

team that lost

as a bandit robbed

the ticket booth

at gunpoint tonight.

Although exact totals

have not been released,

the armored car

was at the end

of a long circuit

and may have been carrying

upwards of $2 million.

More information...

That ain't right.

That bag was awful heavy.

You left a candle

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