(Norm lands at an undisclosed location - rumored to be the
Headquarters Of The Cabal.)
(He is greeted by a plenipotentiary, who is covered with sawdust.)
Pp: "Hey, Norm."
Norm: "Hey, Norm, my ass - what's up?"
Pp: "We think that the worst is over."
Norm: "Good for you. Can I go back to Florida?"
Pp: "We're not really sure that it's over."
Norm: "WTF are your really sure of?"
Pp: "We're not sure."
Norm: "You know that these chuckleheads are pissant Kooks, right?"
Pp: Yes, we know that."
Norm: "You know that I'm on a guaranteed minimum, right?"
Pp: "Yes, we know that."
Norm: "What do you want me to do?"
Pp: "We want you to get rid of them, permanently."
Norm: "Permanently?"
Pp: "Yes."
Norm: "I only have a 1911 and two clips, with me."
Pp: "No, not that way - we want you to get rid of them,
permanently."
Norm: "You mean drive them off UseLessNet entirely?"
Pp: "Yes."
Norm: "Hmnn, that's an interesting problem - you know that this will
cost more?"
Pp: "We have resources."
Norm: "Did it ever occur to you that you will have an entire new
generation of thirteen year old Kooks, without girlfriends, to deal
with next year - and the year after that?"
Pp: "...No..."
Norm: "You guys are wimps. You bring me up from Florida - and you
won't even let me shoot someone - and you expect me to protect you
from the natural outpourings of little ugly sonsabitches without
girlfriends who flood your group once a year - they're Wankers -
they're harmless - once they figure out how their crank works, they'll
be on to some thing more interesting - to them.
I'm going back to Florida, I told Travis that this would be a waste."
Pp: "But, we have issues!"
(Norm is getting back on the plane.)
Norm: "Yeah, you can bet on that! Remember the guaranteed minimum."
(The plane revs up and takes off.)
Pp: "Goodbye, Shane ...........Fuck You."
(Fade to black.)
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