Percyous:*hangs up* I need to go. I think something has happened. Calk me if you get anything new. *runs outside then down the street and out of sight*(back)
Emma: *pulls out my gun* possibly. *starts to look at it leaning agents a wall pulling out another smoke* want one?
Mark: No thanks, I don't smoke cigarettes. I'm guessing you know who George Wright is then (the mayor)
(Silence! I have spoken! Now give me a foot massage, with your teeth. And with your feet I want you to type in my biogrophy. With your hands I want you to do a handstand as you do all of yhis. Chop chop.)