More then anything he wants his writer to drop this idea.

[coolerwithamerman]

Do you know why no one wants to talk to me? I will tell you why, truthfully. Because I don't exist. I'm like-James Bond. Working behind the scenes to ensure the greater good of everyone.

Okay maybe not Bond. That's Sitterson's gig as-he'd say it-he is the "eligible bachelor". I'm like...Like Q.

Okay maybe not Q....more like um-

Look it doesn't matter because you seem to be laboring under this idea that I'll go and meet with a bunch of people and it'll be-in your words "hilarious". It won't be hilarious. It will be awful and there will be screaming-or laughing. I'm not sure which is which.

...and no, watching horror movies does not qualify you as a member of our organization. Do you have any idea how hard an Amityville Horror scenario is to pull off? What kind of cleanup that entails? 1990. One honest cop throws the entire scenario out of whack.

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[hijackedbread]

Are you a GameMaker?

...And I died. You win an internet.

[coolerwithamerman]

[his mouth opens and closes. that's a new one.]

...Y-no.

[Totally straight faced] It's not a game.

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[hijackedbread]

Oh. It sounded like--

My name is Peeta.

[coolerwithamerman]

Pita? ...Like the bread?

[He shakes it off.] Nice to meet you kid.

...I gotta ask what it sounded like.

[hijackedbread]

Not that I know of.

It sounded like The Hunger Games.

[coolerwithamerman]

...What you've never heard of Pita bread?

[Another frown] ...What the hell are Hunger Games? Is that like some student starvation thing?

[hijackedbread]

No. [Pause.] I'm a baker, if that's what you mean.

The Games are the Capitol's way of reminding the Districts that they control everything. Two tributes from each of the twelve Districts, ages twelve to eighteen, go into an arena and compete. The survivor gets food and fame for the remainder of their lives. They try to make it sound like a good thing, but The Games are for them, not for us.

[coolerwithamerman]

[He stares at the boy for a moment, confused.] ...Wait-wait, the Capitol? I mean-

[No that's not like what they do.]

...What I do is-I mean-

[He laughs weakly] ...Shit everything that we do is for the benefit of mankind.

[immunized]

[He's never met the man before, but recognizing that outfit and then the guy mentioning organization, well, now he knows exactly who you are.]

Yeah, working behind the scenes. Making everyone your puppet with your fancy strings and high tech shit. And you, meet people? God, I wonder how that conversation would go.

[coolerwithamerman]

[His gaze goes instantly dispassionate.] Yes, well, I had a social life with people who cared about me. I was even married.

Then something happened. My memory escapes me as to what.

[immunized]

Hey, same here. Minus the married part. [That's really something he doesn't want to think about right now.]

I'm sure it was something you deserved.

[coolerwithamerman]

....Yeah but the question is did my wife deserve it. Did my friends? Did Wendy Lin who my pal had been trying to...

You know what, just forget it. Have fun wandering around limbo buddy. I will pray every day to the ancient ones that they devise fresh hell and horrors for you.

[immunized]

[He should be a lot angrier at Hadley right now, but he's not. Oh he's full of sarcasm and ranting, but before answering, he'd taken several puffs of a joint he'd been holding in his hands.]

You mean society hadn't been already?

[coolerwithamerman]

...oh come on don't give me that crap. I've watched you for a whole goddamn year. Your rants about society are based on a lack of feeling accepted.

[immunized]

A whole year? Well, that's not fucking creepy. [That's way too Big Brother for him.] But that year is slowly beginning to make a lot of sense.

Yeah. I don't want to be accepted in a crumbling society. Why do I want to associate myself with the thousands of people who'd sell their soul to a government who doesn't care about them?

[coolerwithamerman]

[his voice rises] You don't think-

[And in a move too fast to see he makes a grab for Marty's joint.] ...You see this? We treated the shit out of this.

[immunized]

[He stares at the join in Hadley's hand and smiles; the drugs influencing a little of that emotion. He should be scared to know that people have been messing with his stash, but...] Looks like you missed-

Or gave me too much. [But Marty had been smoking his secret secret stash.]

[coolerwithamerman]

Bull. This shit should have made you dumber then a bag of marbles. [He takes it and puffs-Marty will note the skills of an expert.]

...See? ...Dumber then a bag of marbles.

[immunized]

[Marty's eyes follow Haldey's movements and yes, he recognizes someone with years of experience. Huh, he would've never thought that these corporate cult guys would be into it.]

My secret secret stash is intended for enlightenment, not loosing brain cells. Maybe that's where you screwed up.

[coolerwithamerman]

...Everybody's got to have a fucking secret stash.

[another hit.] ...Fuckin' clean-up finds your porn, your picture of your gma, and your grand-fucking father, but we don't find your secret stash.

....I mean shit, maybe we did get fucking cocky.

[immunized]

[He looks quizzical.] How'd you find a pic of my grandparents?

[coolerwithamerman]

...Do I look like I'm on fucking cleanup or surviellance? I was a NASA engineer man. I was a scientist. Not a spooky spook.

[immunized]

[Take the joint man, you need it.]

The puppeteer. [He looks down. Then proceeds with another joint from his pocket.]

[coolerwithamerman]

...What? [inhale] ...We were doing good man. It was all for the greater good. And the shit I had to go through, plus my wife...

you know we may have been a little ehhhh [he wiggles his hand] but I miss her.

[coolerwithamerman]

...You ever hook up with that one chick? Hard not to see how much you wanted to nail the Virgin man.