Under The Bridge Downtown

Charlee: “You’re not seriously going to go talk to that troll, are you?”
Lulu: “Sure, why wouldn’t I?”
Charlee: “Well for one thing its arms are like ten feet long and they end in giant hands with great big claws.”
Chaplin: “Pfft. Going around with its claws out all the time? Can’t even retract them? What an amateur?”
Lulu: “Ooh, yeah, you’re right. I bet it gives excellent belly rubs.”
Spicoli: “There’s got to be some kind of happy medium between Dennis-style scaredy-catness and whackadoo bravado …”
Troll: “I would like to purchase your green bin.”

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Taking A Cut

Lulu: “So you say you’re driving for this new service?”
Spicoli: “Uh-huh. Those Doritos aren’t going to pay for themselves, dude.”
Chaplin: “Do you think we could drive for it too?”
Spicoli: “Well, I don’t know. You might have a little trouble getting your Magic Flying Coaster approved as a delivery vehicle.”
Chaplin: “‘Approved’? You mean the company will tell us what we can drive and what we have to do?”
Spicoli: “Well, yeah, dude, that’s how these things work. They supply the products and take a percentage of what you make.”

Spicoli: “Well, gotta go! Busy schedule! Later, dudes!”

Later …

Chaplin: “I still think we should get in on this delivery thing. Then we can buy snacks too.”
Charlee: “Maybe, but I don’t like the idea of being told what we have to drive and what we have to do and giving up a percentage. We should just do it on our own.”
Chaplin: “That sounds all right, but how will we get the products?”
Lulu: “Oh you guys can leave that to me. I know just where to go.”

Momentarily …

Charlee: “What’s this thing?”
Lulu: “It’s called a ‘green waste container’. Dada dumps grass in it all the time. I guess he has no idea he’s just been throwing money away.”