CINDY, HOLD ON. LET’S JUST STAY HERE FOR A MINUTE. I DON’T LIKE THE LOOK OF THAT GUY.
Oh my god, Mr. Pawsworth, that’s so racist! You should be ashamed of yourself! You think just because he’s black he’s some sort of criminal? That he might harm us? I can’t believe you hold such ingrained oppressive hatred and prejudice inside you!
NO, NOT THE GUY WITH THE SMOOTHIE. THE OTHER GUY. WITH THE BEARD.
Holy shit! You’re right! That guy’s obviously a terrorist! Oh my god, he’s got a backpack! We have to get out of here before he sets off the device! What do you think it is? Pressurized anthrax? A ‘dirty’ bomb?
… THE WHITE GUY, CINDY. THE WHITE GUY WITH THE BEARD WHO’S GOT BLOOD ALL OVER HIS SHIRT AND HANDS, HOLDING A KNIFE AND MUTTERING TO HIMSELF, OVER BY THE BANANA STAND.
Oh.
