Talk to it.

Sir, could I see your license and registration, please?

Why? what the fuck did I do? What happened was…

There was these two robots and they was trapped in a Winn Dixie. One of them was made out of rags and the other one was made out of fire. They got hungry and went over and ate some sardines and some cake. They were walkin around in sync with each other, like they could read each other’s thoughts. Well, this pissed one of em off. I didn’t know what the hell he was talking about. I was hidin over in the corner, but that one with the hat was all pissed off at the other’en. We’ll shit, I had to pick my dog up from work, so I tried to sneak out the back. Right then, or maybe it was after that,..well fuck, I can’t remember, but that one with the sword tried to capture me over there by the cookies isle.

See my finger. It’s all fucked up. Did you see that? That one just hit that other one. Why am I in trouble? They the ones been fighten. I’m just tryin to go home.

I thought you were going to pick up your dog?

That’s... w h a t ...I... f u c k I n... S a I d…officer.

No. You said you were going home.

Whatever. Talk to the hand. Talk to it. Talk to the futher, err...the fuckrin hand man.

Please step out of the car, sir.