Norm had always wanted to try out one of those phones on the seat back
in the airplane, and since the dweebs at rec.wooddorking were paying
the freight, he indulged himself.
"Yeah, yeah, the Cabal has the money - I'm trying to give you my
account number, dweeb."
(Norm listens to the peeping for a bit and then begins to shout.)
"I've got them profiled. They are disturbed white males between the
ages of twelve and fifteen, without girlfriends."
"I saw one in the bathroom before I got on the plane. I said, "Well,
look at that, little Kook - it looks just like a penis, only smaller.
The little Kook ran out of the room."
(Even more peeping.)
"I know they're bothering you. But hell, they're really attacking
Vito, who sorta pissed all over the Wreck a while back - why should
"You want to maintain order? On the Wreck?
You know that I have a guaranteed minimum on this, right?"
(Chirpy peeping, leaidng to a gasp.)
"OK Dude, I'll check in with you when I land."
Tom Watson - Freedonia