Oh, for me? Thanks Daisy. Not bad, Guy.

'I can see your eyelids twitching. Get up.'

Okay, what bullshit did I miss this time.

'Hey, kid. You're blocking the microwave. Move.'

( She sticks her hand in the bag and wipes the dust on her fingers off on Joel's jacket. )

Americans are so lazy.

That's what a . . . a . . . what's the word, aragaz, a . . . cooker, that's what that's for!

What is... Pot Noodle?

What is this? This isn't your best work, Orson.

When trouble comes to the Line, it takes the path of the back alleys, hiding out from the oppressive programming of the Patrolmen by day and shunting into the underground prohibition bars at night for a good time.

Bourgeoise fuckers.

I didn't go to a school. That's how they brainwash you. Although, if he's a friend of yours, I'm sure he won't mind if you use a few, no?

Who am I kidding. The answer is always Joel.

Really? What friend?

Are those poppers?

Going to like it on Guy's account and finding out he's already liked it.

@agentguymann.bsky.social @agentorson.bsky.social Why do you have a goat?

ajla is riding down one of the undocumented back alleys when she finds a body.

Let's go somewhere more private and talk about that outfit. It's good, but... Well, how do I say this? If I knew I was looking for someone undercover, you'd be the first person I'd guess. The sunglasses, for one. Too obvious.

In the future, they drive fast cars and everything moves in the sky. Ajla finds them all boring and has a motorbike instead. It weaves through traffic jams at ten times the speed. When she gets off her bike, she takes off her helmet and shakes her hair back into place, just like in the movies.

Not bad. Maybe I could give you a few... pointers.

When I get my hands on Joel, I'm going to-- [REDACTED FOR LEGAL REASONS]

this *cannot* be happening.

MySpace is a prison.

ⓘ JoelRoffeGutierrez commented! 'Is that my fucking bag?'

I'm not interested in whatever this subplot is.

What, like it's hard?

I have something for you. @agentdaisy.bsky.social

They remind me of . . . what's the word? UFOs.

Do you want the OREO® milkshake or the Biscoff? @agentguymann.bsky.social

What?

Then we will play. The men versus the women. Orson can . . . watch.

Are you sure? I've seen the American movies where they hit the, um, the . . . Oh, what is the word? The white things.

. . . Could you teach me how to play?

I've never played this bowling before. I like the idea of getting children used to cannonballs early.

So, about getting that bowling alley installed,

Happy pride month.

I didn't get their names. It isn't that kind of deal.

i love the beach.

The homeless, of course.

I do not give food to strangers.

I don't know who you are.

White women.

mmm, chocolate.

I hope you like leather.

Stupid Dana dreams.

If I peg you you can never mention it again.

I don't have the meat you're looking for.