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Coffee Town Page #9
Batman.
Isn't that weird...that
Batman wears makeup?
You know, like, you go out
and you kick ass all night.
You come home, take off your
cowl,
and you're just a dude in
eyeshadow.
- This is a very interesting
conversation, Chad,
can we have it later?
- Okay, like, tomorrow?
- Yeah, tomorrow. We'll have
it tomorrow.
Where's my mask? C'mon.
- Ah, I only had one, dude.
- You were supposed to bring
the disguises.
- I made you this!
- That's a sock.
- It'll stretch.
fit!
- This is not a fashion show,
mother f***er!
We are knockin' over a coffee
store!
- Alright alright, don't say
"knocking over"
or you make us sound like thugs.
- I wanna be a thug!
I didn't load up my iPhone
jogging.
Oh crap, the one with
Rihanna's on.
- Oh, f***.
- That one is for jogging.
Okay, great. You know what?
I'm doing this by myself.
- No! We are in this
together.
Now put your sock on.
- It's a sock.
- It's just a sock.
- Really.... god.
Jesus Christ.
You didn't make me a mouth
hole?
- You're not gonna eat in it!
- Oh, you look like that
rabbit from "Life in Hell".
You know, the- the rabbit...
from the Simpsons guy.
- Will you just shut the f***
up!? Just shut the f*** up.
- I'm just sayin' who you
look like.
- Are you guys in
position yet?
- What the f*** is that?
- It's Gino, we only had
Spiderman walkie talkies
so he sounds like the Green
Goblin.
-So, we gotta talk to each
night?
- No. Just him.
- You guys sound like
Spiderman.
- Why aren't we just using
our cellphones?
- Why don't we just use our
cellphones?
- Hello?
- Yeah, this is way better.
Keep it on vibrate, though.
- Okay, fine.
- Why do you sound so weird?
- Chad didn't cut me out a
mouth hole.
- Why do you need a mouth
hole? You're not gonna eat in
it.
- Oh come- come on, what's
the deal?
- The street is clear.
You guys can go in.
- Copy that. Goin' in.
- Goin' in?
- Goin' in!
- Okay, wait. I'm gonna put
on the 8 Mile soundtrack.
- Don't put anything on,
Chad!
- Those are- what are you- oh
f***!
Those are my headphones!
- I need you listening! Now
go! you've got the rope, so
go.
- Okay. Go time.
Oh... What the hell?
God dammit... ugh!
- Why aren't you wearing...
This was on your foot!?
- It's clean!
- No it's not clean, Chad,
if it came off your foot.
Because it was on your foot!
today.
- You wore it all day!?
Jesus Christ!
- Now this other sock is
worthless!
- I'm wearin' this.
-No.
- Come here you mother
f***er.
- You mother f***er!
- You mother f***er!
- Get back here!
- You a**hole!
- We shouldn't me fighting
amongst ourselves!
This is what they want! This
is what they want!
- Sorry.
- What the f*** are you
doing? Just go around!
- Dude!
It's just a bear.
- Sorry, okay.
- What?
- The cash register's open
and empty!
- What!?
- Holy sh*t!
- We're gonna go to prison!
F***.
hand.
Why aren't you answering
your phone?
- Aaaah!
- Aah! Aah! Aah!!
- Don't hit us! it's us!
Please Sam, Sam, Sam! It's
us! It's us! It's us.
- What are you- what are you
doing?
- What are you do--
You're robbing the store?
- So are you!
- No no no, we were just
pretending to rob the store.
- What!?
- It's complicated.
Look look look, let's just
split the cash.
- We're not taking any cash!
- He's taking cash!
- I have to, okay? Thanks to
dick-head here,
my band lost our gig.
- Oh pff.
alone?
- Well, you would be able to
if you'd stop looking away
every single time somebody
tries to tip you!
- It's cuz it makes me feel
like a whore!
- Well then, get a different
job!
- I had another job. You made
me lose it!
- Oh psh, yeah right. You
think U2 would lose a gig
weird?
No. Because they're a good
band, Sam.
You wrote a f***in' song
about cappuccino foam.
- It's about Becca!
- How is that about Becca?
- She's the stirrer... and my
heart is the foam...
Whatever, man, you know what,
let's just get out of here.
Okay? I'll put the money
back.
- Hey!
- Oh no, he's gonna set off
the alarm.
- No no, Toby! No no!
- Run!
- Oh f*** f***!
What are you doing? What are
you doing!?
- F***!
Just use the front door, the
Get the f***ing key!
- I don't know where it is!
Get it! Get it!
- Where's the f***ing key?
Where's the f***ing key!?
- It's a cargo jacket! I
don't know!
Alarm reported at
225 Boyer.
- Unit 69 responding.
84 responding. 57 en route.
Unit 33 on the way.
42 responding.
- F***ing Tuesdays!
-Okay, Toby, we're gonna move
alright pal?
- Why is that alarm going
off?
- No time to talk about that,
we gotta go. Oh sh*t!
- On the ground!
Everybody on the ground!
Now put your right hand
behind your back!
Left hand, back!
- Do it! Do what he says!
- I am doing it, I am doing
it!
- Don't move!
- I don't wanna go to prison!
- Listen up.
I'm gonna ask you this
once...
What happened here?
- I'll admit... I'm one of
those guys who only prays
craps tables.
But right then... I was
asking for any help I could
get.
And then the strangest
thing happened...
A savior appeared. And he had
Down syndrome.
They tried to stop me from
getting my chocolate milk!
- But like every silver
lining,
it only frames a cloud
full of lightning that kills
people.
- Okay guys, I see no reason
to file a report on this.
- No report?
- Nah. They're actually
trying to convert this place
into some kind of bistro
lounge.
Gotta admit, it would be
pretty sweet to have a place
to go grab a drink with the
guys after our shift.
- Yeah...
- Well, I'll swing by in the
morning and explain it all to
the manager.
Get this kid home safe.
And uh, get him some
chocolate milk.
- Retard.
- And something they don't
tell you when you get struck
by lightning...
you also sh*t your pants.
And that's life.
You lose.
The world evolves...
and you can't stop it.
You're just a passenger
like everybody else...
sitting on a rock,
spinning through space,
watching everything around
you change.
No matter how much you
wish it would stay the same.
being straight is gay.
- What did you say?
- I said, do you wanna play
chase?
- So you accept it.
Because there's no
karma...
No reason to be a good
person and play by the rules.
Hey, look guys. I opened the
door for you,
of you in the line.
Just take what's yours and
f*** what people think.
Because no fictional force
I guess this is the point
where you realize
I've been narrating this
from the dead.
And your friend acts like
he knew it all along.
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