Or the young man wandering about, ranting on his cell to a therapist. I just feel like ending it all. I mean, the medication isn't working. It feels good for a minute, then I'm just depressed all over again, and stuck with these huge credit card bills. Store employees are in a state of alarm.
Security is on full alert.
Customers are growing uneasy. An actual customer, and she's the one being interrogated by the mouseketeers. Pumped full of adrenaline, we exit and regroup to discuss the operation, which is declared a complete success. Reverend Billy looks on his flock with a big, Southern smile of the protector. It feels as if God, Himself, is smiling down on us at Ho-Jo's tonight.