I’m depressed.
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.
Naah.
This is the new age of totalitarianism. No one’s safe.
You’re paranoid.
I wish.
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.
You’re on.