SCENE VII
 
INT.SIGOKAT'S BEDROOM
 
SIGOKAT sits on the end of his bed, rubbing his leg and crying. COBALT walks in carrying a plate of biscuits.
 
COBALT: Hey, Sig, what's up?
 
SIGOKAT: I hurt my leg.
 
COBALT: Oh, man! You want a biscuit?
 
SIGOKAT: Go away.
 
COBALT: OK.
	
			
	
	
 
I accidentally dropped a load of worthless change in the street. I was going to just leave it there but a burly policeman lumbered towards me and said, "You'd better pick that up, son."
I hate coppers.
 
 
"DEMOCRACY IS TWO WOLVES AND A LAMB VOTING ON WHAT TO HAVE FOR LUNCH.  
LIBERTY IS A WELL-ARMED LAMB CONTESTING THE VOTE."