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A Couple of Losers Shooting Chit
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| Gosh, Scott. Sorry. Gee, that jury didn't believe any of those stories I made up. But, hey there are lots of opportunities for self-improvement at San Quentin, so have at it, Big Guy. | |
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| Ah, gee Mark. It doesn't matter. After the gypsies, tramps and thieves killed my family, I knew I had nothing to live for. | |
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Another Couple of Losers Shooting Chit
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| Hey, Scott. Lookin' good. I'm lovin the new do. Ma will too. She and Pa got lippie with the guards again, so didn't get in. Maybe next month they will be nice. Ha! Fat Chance! | |
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| Right Janey! Who the He11 cares about Ma and Pa comin to see me. As long as they keep cashola in my commissary account, I could care less. You too for that matter. | |
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Still Another Couple of Losers Shooting Chit
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| Waaaaaaah. Guuuuuaaaaaaard! I came to see Scott Perfectson, not this loser! I demand to see my little Scooter! | |
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| Yo, Ma. Put the eyes back in the sockets and chill. Take a couple swigs on that tank and settle in. It's me, Scooter Dude. Lookin' mighty, freakin' baaaad. Mark told me to do this. OK Mommy? | |
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