"Where have you been?"
"Had to take out the trash," said a lesser worried Igna. The dirtied shirt and brownish-red stain drew the intrigue of fellow bystanders.
"Sure," returned a not so impressed Dyu, "-look," from their metal seats, he pointed to a suspended block, a television. On it was news reports and witness accounts on the recent shooting, an interview with the inspector said, "-the fight against the darker side of society is one where everyone participates. You, citizens, who sit and do naught, have a say in how our society advances. We're glad to say, the leaders behind the incident are in custody. My division will make certain they pay for their crimes."
"Vague, isn't it?" narrowed the lawyer.
"Yeah, super," shrugged Igna.
"Read this," said Dyu, a word-filled table laid onto Igna's lap, '-wise words written by Dyu,' a massive smirk wrote across the latter's face, "-read," flash across the bold smiles.
