“Everything is P(urge)”

“Slow-Mo, what’s the plans for tonight?”

“That’s not my name, Jean Jacques.”

“It’s Jacques-Jean, you asshole.”

“You’ll live.”

“Yes — yes, I will; but the purge is tonight and you;” Jacques looks over the twenty-something, middle-aged former number cruncher, turned pig semen runner. “I’ve never seen a man with two walking boots.”

“There’s a first for everything, Loose Pack.”

“Ooh, that was a good one. My head is bald; I do have a nose ring. Make sure you get home to tell the wife, honey, you shrunk your penis.”

“You just watch your mouth about my wife, Wyclef.”

“Someone, anyone, please call 9–1–1.”

“Why?”

“Your wife. She won’t get off of my dick.”

“And that’s why your mother didn’t go to heaven.” Jacques-Jean doubled over; standing back up, wiping tears with both hands.

“Damnation, huh? I’ve got evidence that says that a neighbor covets another neighbor’s wife; and the neighbor with the wife, is a cuck.”

“Pineapples.”

“You’re not a swinger, poser.”

“We’ll find out tonight, loser.”