Pffffffffffffff.

"Don't... Bear, DUDE, don't bogart it, that's all I've got."

...

"Dude?"

...

"Dude? How long you gonna hold it?"

Pwhhhhhhoooooo... Hcccck.

"Whoa. Nice."

"Totally. The guys at the lab wanted to know if I could do a test for like, holding my breath? I was like 'totally,' cuz... like... totally."

"Riiight."

"Ring... what'd you put on the TV?"

"I dunno, it's your TV. It's like... the news, man."

"Put on Animal Planet."

"Bear, dude, no. Fifteen times is eno-- whoa."

"Whoa. Pie, is that Statesman?"

"Turn it up."

"...and we in the Phalanx call on all heroes to step forward in this difficult time to defend their friends, their family... their homes."

"Wow."

"Yeah."

"He's such a tool."

"Totally."

"This goes out to those of you who are blessed with a special ability who might not already be registered with the city. Perhaps you think that your abilities are too meager to be of use. I assure you, they are not. Perhaps you think that now is not the time. I assure you, it is."

"Those of you think now is the time to take a hit... I assure you, it is."

"Shh. I'm listenin'."

"Whatever. Gimme the pipe."

"Freedom Corps stands ready to register anyone with a meta-natural ability; to give them the direction they need to help defend this city and protect its citizens from the criminal element."

"Dude, it's the criminal element. The Fifth Element."

"Ssshhh. Shutup."

"Leeloo Dallas. Multipass."

-*snort*-

"Shut up."

"OW! Damn!"

"That was Statesman, speaking on the front steps of City Hall, Atlas Park, earlier today..."

"Turn it down, it's just a dude now."

"Man, I'm hungry."

"Bear, you're always hungry."

"Yeah..."

"I'm gonna do it."

"Gonna do what?"

"Taco Run."

"No, I'm gonna register."

"For what?"

"Like he said. I'm gonna register for the Freedom Corp thing. The ... *mumbles*."

"The what?"

"To be a hero."

...

"Whoa."

"Yeah... whoah."

"Pie, you are..."

"Yeah... you are..."

"Really stoned."

"Shut up."

"OW!"