gold

"hey k, we've found ourselves a decent lunchroom", pipes the bastard

"i have plans today, my friend is in from san francisco"

"oh well, hey what's that outside?"

"what?"

"holy crap!"

"what?"

"holy crap!"

"what?"

"holy crap!"

"there's a guy napping down there"

"down where?"

"down there. justice, do you have a camera?"

"the editor has it locked up at the moment so no"

"dammit, this is gold. fucking gold! look at him! all fat and his gut hanging out and i don't have a camera to document this!"

"his shoes are off too", chimes sara voids.

"do you have a camera?"

"a little one", she replies.

"i have to get a picture of this"

the p cat walks in, "what do we have here?"

"guy sleeping on the scaffolding down there"

"it's pure gold!"

"well", retorts the p cat, "that's your union dues hard at work there"

then we had lunch

—the bastard