The election, huh?
Yeah. I’m heartsick.
Hey, don’t be. Look at all the demonstrations.
Ours or theirs?
Ours. And that’s a good thing.
I don’t know what to think. I look at theirs, too.
Do what I do. Think positive thoughts.
Can’t. I’m so afraid they’ll be killed.
This is the new age of totalitarianism. No one’s safe.
Well, what do you want for dinner?
The head of someone on a platter.
No can do. How about heading to Brian’s for fried chicken?
Fixins and everything?
Yep. Let’s splurge.