"Crack~" "Ah~~"
"Crack~" "Ahh~"
While driving, Martin screamed out, "Okay, Mr. Page! I know I messed up! Take away that damn stun baton, or why don't you just switch to a higher voltage one and just shock or knock me out in one go!"
"I need to remind you that the boss asked you to help the television station understand the Black community's tastes, not use the opportunity to seduce Black women into bed." Page put away the stun baton, turned his head, and looked outside at the Long Beach scenery as he spoke.
This city, notorious for having the worst pollution in the whole country, had skies so grey they looked like a mirror that hadn't been cleaned in ages. Staying here too long could easily depress someone, but Martin next to him seemed immune to that, grinning like an idiot, happy despite the recent shocks.
"Did the shocks fry your brain?" Page, seeing the guy still able to laugh after being shocked twice, couldn't help but ask curiously.
