are you going to press me more?

OM- McNally                      

£- The Edge

+ - Today

¥ - Voice

OM - I'm Officer McNally.  This is my partner, The Edge.

£- What up.

OM- We understand you boys had a break-in?

+- That's right, Sir, we were robbed—

OM- Sir, I like that.

¥- It was no break in!

£- It was...no break-in?

¥- Which word are you emphasizing?

£- You mean the emphasis on scorn?

¥- Precisely.

+- They robbed us.  Tied us up and bound us—

OM- Yea? Which room was it in exactly?

+- You want the details?

OM- I need all the details.

+- Oh no...

£- Why don't you boys have a seat.

+ - Okay.

OM- You mind take me to the room.

£- What they take?

+- We don't have much, Sir.

£- They take the TV?

¥- No.

£- Good.

OM- Here? Was it in here?

+- Right here, Sir.

OM- What's this?  What's all this?

¥- That's nothing.

+- That's his 4th Step, Sir.

¥- Shut up, Today.

+- You want to take it in for evidence?  

£- Why, there something in it relevant to the case?

¥- What do you mean?

+- Don't worry, the fear inventory and secrets are discrete, officer.

¥- Shut up, Today—

+- Really it all falls under the same broad spectrum pertaining to the struggle cultivating —

¥- Will you shut up Today!

OM- What we mean is, is there something in there that may help us find the guys who did this?

£- Any reason they may have targeted you?

¥- What do you mean?

OM- Just that.

¥- I can say whatever you want me to say...

OM- What do you mean?

¥- Is there something you want me to say...

OM- Excuse me?

¥- Or not say...?

OM- I'm not sure what you're trying to say.

¥- Are you?

£- What you're getting at.

¥- Who me?

OM- How about you start by telling us what they looked like?

¥- That arranged can be.

£- I think he's been watching too much Simpsons.

+- Wow a reference followed by a reference to a reference from a delusion.

OM- Look, we want to see everything you see—what did he look like?

¥- Okay, he looked like this.

OM- Wow, you're a good drawer.  

£- Way better than your sister.

OM- Yea way better.

+- He's a mansion.

£- You're, like, all good at drawing in this world.

OM- Van-who?

£- Van Ho. 

OM- You should cut off your hands. 

£- That'll give you all kinds of street cred.

OM- Wait, we pulled someone over matching this description—

£- This freakin' portrait man—you're our Junior Soprano—

¥- You did?  You pulled him over?

£- We should put you on a hold then say it was all from your head—

OM- Pulled him over just this morning.

+- Oh great, Sir.

OM- Yep...we let him go.

¥- You what?

OM- We let him go.

¥- What! Why?  

OM- He was in a hurry.

£- He had to go.

+- He's the one—

£- The man had to go.

+- Had to go had to go?

¥- That's not good enough—bullshit, I've tried that.

£- Then you tried the wrong end.

¥- What do you mean?

OM- He had a gallon of water in his lap.

£- A jug, it was.

¥- You mean—

OM- We thought he was drinking kamboucha—

£- Or coconut oil—people setting off their ankle bracelets all over the city, causing all kinds of ruckus.

+- Why do they call you the fuzz, Sir?

OM- Cause of all the hot fuss, I imagine.

£- My hair is fuzzy.

¥- So you mean?

OM- Yep...

£- Had to beat the bloat.

OM- Once he explained it—he was on the message boards with all the other insecure girls, picked up some terms like he was hustling the streets selling dried plaster.  You got to ween off that stuff, manipulate the body—

£- He's a genius.

OM- And the heart.

¥ - (beaten) My portrait to no avail.

OM- He's doomed anyway, he said—just like middle school again.  Felt sorry for him. 

+- Maybe he got worked up thinking ahead and deciding his fate on his own again.  

¥- People like me paint them and people like her will never care about our vigilance toward snoopers, Today.

£ - Look, we just need you boys to understand, once solidified as real, it's important it be kept as such....or not

- Come back to me Today.  

- (whimper) Hmm...

- Why are you smiling?

- (murmuring) I can't pet you kitty.

- Stop touching my hand.

- Is that a hot dog?

- Let go of my hand.

- (waking) Hmm?

- Are you okay?

- What?

- Are you okay, Today?

- (dazed) Yea...

- Come on, let me help you up.

- Where's the cat?

- There's no cat, Today.

- I had a dream...a little kitty was crawling on me while I was lying down.

- Those were my hands.

- You were caressing me?

- I was untying you.  I can't believe you fell asleep.

- I was afraid to pet the kitty...you know, because I'm allergic to cats.  

- Stop explaining your dream to me—we need to call the cops.

- Are they still here?

- Yea, they're in the other room taking turns charging their phones.  Get up!

- How did you get loose?

- I used my whole fuckin fist until it felt like warm V and I thought that's what he felt.

- What?

- Just call the cops.

- You make me feel so X-rated sometimes.

- Call the cops, Today.

- You and your—your damned hands—Hello,  yes, Hello, hi—

- You already said it—

- This is Today...

- You know, Today—

- Shh...

- Do you realize, if you analyze your dream... 

- I'm on the phone!

- You wouldn't pet a kitty...

- (aside) Yes, we've been robbed...

- But you woke up asking for a hot dog...

- So? (aside) ...robbed, in our own house under our nose by two spirtually sick people.

- You know what that makes you?!

- I didn't ask for one, I thought it was there—Quiet! (aside) What did they take? Umm...our protein?