Page 87 of Nearly Roadkill

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Johnny:Me too. Feel like I just got out of bed.

Frankie:::purring:: Well, you did.

Ted:Me too. I’ve never met them. I don’t know what all the fuss is about.

BarBun:Oh, I dunno, I’ve had a few dealings with Scratch. He’s a real cutie.

Johnny:::almost dropping drink::

Frankie:Hey, steady there, handsome.

Johnny:Thanks, doll.

Private Message to Johnny

Frankie:Scratch?

Johnny:What?

FredMan:What’s the big deal, anyway? What’d they do?

Ted:They say trafficking in porn, but that’s just a rumor.

BarBun:::patting hair:: That doesn’t sound like the Scratch I know.

Ted:::quietly:: nor the one I know, either.

Private Message to Frankie

Johnny:Oh, gawd, BarBun. From some chat room…

Frankie:Uh, huh… and ::blush:: Ted’s somebody I know, too.

Johnny:Winc, we gotta ask.

Frankie:::gulp:: Go ahead, you’re the butch.

Johnny:$@#%!

Johnny:::scratching chin:: what’s all the talk?

Frankie:Yeah, fill me in too.

FredMan:What?! These Scratch and Winc people, it’s been all over the news.

Frankie:I steer clear of the news.

FredMan:Well, they were simply doing what we’re all doing, only they got caught.

Frankie:Sounds like a government with too much time on its hands.

FredMan:You got that right.

Bartender:And they call it “breaking the law.”

BarBun:Makes you want to show them how many of us “break the law.”

FredMan:Yeah! What would they do if we all sent a letter to the govt, signed by all our other names!

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