That ain’t right…

No, I don’t want to.

Why should I?

What’s the charge–walking while brown?

No, I’m not trying to be a smartass.

OK, I’ll sit, but I can’t get up once I’m down.  I’ll need help.

I crawled over a fence?

What ever would make you draw that conclusion?!

I limp when I walk!

You’re out of breath.

Naw, I’m not the one you were chasing!

Didn’t hear anyone running.

Didn’t hear you say anything.

Didn’t even see you until you shined that flashlight in my face.

Yo! Bobby! Maria! Come join the party!

Looks like we’re having a sit-in!



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