I would often come to this bar to talk outloud about people I disliked. It was a thing, like wearing big hats. Everyone did it. FrankCastle was seated at the table one over doing the very same, masterfully navigating the witty choreography of a one-sided rant about Grin-08. The Taker of Muesli 1-2-3 was on top of his game.

I wished I could join his conversation, as I also hated Grin-08 and wished death upon him, but found it very strange how he kept referring to Grin as an 'it', a common dehumanization technique used by sociopaths and serial killers. I definitely did not want to get serial-killed today, especially not by Frank 'Buffalo Bill' Castle. 

'It puts the writing contest entry in the basket. It does this whenever its told or else it gets the hose again. It puts it in the basket.'

I shuddered.

No, it was probably best to just keep to myself here. I had prepared an extremely biting run of dialogue over how fat Rubberlips' head is and I needed to be at my best if I was going to perform all parts.

“They’ve been beating this drum for so long now, you’d think they could come up with some new material, Bill.”

”Oh, please, Frank,” Billy chuckled, “There’s a shared brain between the lot of them. I doubt they’d even know what to do with an original thought. They’d be chasing their tails trying to figure out what to do.”

”Honestly, I’m not surprised in the slightest. They’re looking at the world through their broken lens, living in their little bubble. It’s getting to be a bit whinny.”

”Careful now, Frank, you know as well as anyone how unstable they are. The lies, the deception. They’re good at it, I’ll give them that, but eventually that will wear thin. The numbers are dwindling.”

I leaned back in my seat, stretching my legs out underneath the table, “I doubt they’ve noticed the changing winds. The numbers are shifting with the public perception. Sure, they can try to bend the will, stick within their own little clicks, but it will eventually catch up with them.”

”Is there even a point in caring?”

”Not in the slightest,” It was my turn to laugh out loud, “They can go on and on, do their own thing. It doesn’t matter at all. It’s stale at this point. Same thing over and over. Yada yada yada, blah blah blah. People stopped caring a while ago. Now everyone is waiting for the other shoe to drop. It’s not actually going to change anything though.”

”I believe the same, Frank. When it finally does happen all it’s going to do is create a vacuum for the next to step into. The devil you know and what not.”

“I suppose we’ll find out eventually but, it truly seems like people are opening their eyes now. Seeing the difference between what is said and what is meant.”

”And to think, they’re still throwing their lot behind the vile of the vile. I guess their visits to the federal pen haven’t been going all that well. Must be a lonely life they’re living.”