[ He goes off somewhere. Stops performing, for all of five seconds, and lets the unreal reality he's in bleed into memory: the movie on late-night cable, volume way down and the best lines bleeped out, but enthralling in spite of all that. Bring on the secret taxi fleet.
(And never you mind how Escape from New York ends. Anyway, there's a sequel!)
Then he's back, listening and catching the flicker of that 100-watt smile. ] Yeah. [ Simple, and a little rough. It wouldn't be so jarring—well, he tells himself it wouldn't—if they weren't practically begging to be useful. To be used. ] Teenagers and their dumb mistakes. [ Rhetorically, spreading his hands and injecting some nonchalant bluster into his voice: ] What're you gonna do?
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(And never you mind how Escape from New York ends. Anyway, there's a sequel!)
Then he's back, listening and catching the flicker of that 100-watt smile. ] Yeah. [ Simple, and a little rough. It wouldn't be so jarring—well, he tells himself it wouldn't—if they weren't practically begging to be useful. To be used. ] Teenagers and their dumb mistakes. [ Rhetorically, spreading his hands and injecting some nonchalant bluster into his voice: ] What're you gonna do?