A venit momentul, acum ca se intuneca la ore rezonabile. Intentionat sau nu, prima conversatie la care ciulesti urechile, dintre niste paznici zgribuliti la poarta unui conac low-level, torpileaza decisiv industria. Aproape 20 de ani mai tarziu.
Taffer#1 - Hey! I'm going to the Bear Pits tomorrow...you wann come with?
Taffer#2 - Tt! Couldn't pay me enough.
Taffer#1 - Whaaat?? You softbelly! The bears have got these new muzzles with underslung cheek spikes! Last time I was there, there was a real eye-gouging! *hic-uh*
Taffer#2 - Nahh, nah! It's makes me sick! When I was a kid...
Taffer#1 - Huh! Surprised you're even in this job! [high mocking voice] Ooh, the blood, it just turns my poor tummy!
Taffer#2 - Shut up, you taffer! You want blood? You shoulda been there years ago...tell ya, the bears then, they were somethin' to see! Those bears, they didn't need cheek spikes and razor collars and paw hooks and all that knifery you straps to 'em now.
Taffer#1 - No paw hooks?? What'd they do? ...just bump into each other?
Taffer#2 - Heh! Naaaahh...the bears back then, they had claws as long as your finger! And wicked teeth!
Taffer#1 - Bears?? You're taffing me! They look pretty mangy harmless...long as they're not wearing harness.
Taffer#2 - That's why I can't stand the pits now...you don't know what you missed. They just don't make bears like they used to.
Taffer#1 - Whoa! Killer bears! Woulda liked to see that!