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."