Interviewer: Agent MacDonnell
Interviewed: Protestors
Cameraman: Agent Gerryland
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Agent MacDonnell stands at a distance from the crowd, with a cue card in hand and facing the camera.
MacDonnell: (continued) …second time this week. Officials have been puzzled by the sudden outburst of emotion from this group of individuals, who are arguing for what seems to be a pair of men's underwear. (whisper) D- do I necessarily have to read the entire fucking script?
The camera motions up and down several times.
MacDonnell: (whisper) Oh for f- you know what, fine, fine.
Agent MacDonnell draws a big breath before continuing.
MacDonnell: To gain more information about their main motivations of protest, we will interview one of these, uh, people.
Agent MacDonnell approaches one of the protestors. The individual is semi-nude, only wearing a pair of khaki-colored baggy pants.
MacDonnell: Sir?
Protestor: (shouts) What?
MacDonnell: We- ah fuck. (shout) We are from, uh, Fax News, and we would like to ask you some questions.
Protestor: (shouts) What? I can't hear you over this shouting!
Agent MacDonnell turns his head and glances at Agent Gerryland, with his eyebrows raised, eyes widened, and lips pursed. He then turns back to the protestor.
MacDonnell: (shouts) Are. You. Free. To. Answer. Some. Questions.
Protestor: (shouts) Yes. I. Am.
MacDonnell: (shouts) Could. You. Step. To. The. Side. Please.
Protestor: (shouts) Sure.
Extraneous conversation truncated.
The protestor, with Agents MacDonnell and Gerryland move to a quieter location. Agent MacDonnell faces the camera and motions to come closer.
MacDonnell: (whisper) Hey, you got some Hacks?
The camera motions up and down. Agent MacDonnell reaches out and grabs a few packets from Agent Gerryland's hand, before placing them in his mouth.
MacDonnell: (muffled) God, that fucked up my throat really bad.
Agent MacDonnell chews, and quickly swallows, before turning to the protestor.
MacDonnell: Ah, yes, we, uh, have here one of the protestors. Uh, may we know your name?
The camera focuses on the protestor, who continues to stare down at presumably, Agent MacDonnell's feet.
MacDonnell: S- sir? Sir?
Agent MacDonnell exchanges uncertain glances with Agent Gerryland, and positions his left hand to his left temple, before twirling it in a circle.
Protestor: Ah, yes, yes. W- what did you ask me?
MacDonnell: Y- your name.
Protestor: Oh, that show? Oh yeah, it was-
MacDonnell: Y- your literal name.
Protestor: Oh, uh… Fred.
MacDonnell: Alright, Fred. First question, why-
Protestor: Hey, uh.
MacDonnell: Yeah?
Protestor: Could you, uh. Wait, what's your name?
MacDonnell: Staum. Staum MacDonnell.
Protestor: Oh, okay. Uh, Staum, could I uh, ask something?
MacDonnell: Sure…?
Protestor: C- could I see your underwear?
MacDonnell: …what? Uh, no dude, just… no.
Protestor: Oh, come on, Staum. Buddy. Friend. Let me just-
MacDonnell: Dude, stop! Why- why the fuck?
Protestor: I need to know-
MacDonnell: Fuck! Gerry, you son of a- help me out here! And stop reco-
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