The Murky Fringe: You gonna want some kettle corn?
Your Boombox Purse: Just get me a fucking ticket to the show.
[A short time later, walking into the theater]
MF: I’m really excited to finally see this.
YBP: I don’t give a shit what excites you. Find me a seat.
[A short time later, finding a seat]
MF: How’s this row? Do you like up front or further back?
YBP: Now I’m ready for that fucking kettle corn, Pencil Dick. Go get it.
Wind up my tapes, you piece of shit
