- R:”Wait.”
- P:”?”
A Fries falls.
His gun is pointed at my back.
There are no bullets in it.
But I feel a Blade.
- P:”Crunch-crounch.”
- R:”Listen.”
- P:”I can eat at the same time.”
- R:”If we stay here any longer.”
- P:”I should have asked for more sauce.”
- R:”If we stay here-“
- P:”I’m gonna need another one.”
- R:”If-“
- P:”They’re coming back for us.
Or for me.
Or something like that.
We better fuck off.
I want some yogurt.” - R:”Why didn’t you order 1?”
- P:”They didn’t have the flavor I wanted.”
- R:”…”
We walk away.
He stops me.
Gun on the back.
Another Fries falls.
- P:”Okay…
We can share.” - R:”What were you doing here?”
- P:”You said you wouldn’t answer me.
Truth is, you can’t.” - R:”…”
- P:”I’ve lost a lot of respect for you.”
- R:”Where did you intend to go?”
- P:”I’ve got food.
There’s only 1 thing left to do.” - R:”?”
- P:”You’d wear a skirt?”
- R:”!”
The tip of the blade in my back.
A last Fries.
- P:”There’s always a way.”
I catch it!
- P:”+1!”
- R:”…”
- P:”I’ll run away from this City.”
- R:”Where to?”
- P:”I’ve got the whole of Arcadia.”
- R:”This is not Arcadia.”
- P:”What is it then?”
- R:”You don’t even know…”
- P:”Hey?”
- R:”?”
- P:”Fries.”
- R:”They’re just as greasy as your mind.”