"So, what do you wanna do tonight?"

"I dunno.  What were you thinking?"

"You wanna go out to Bolingbrook and bust into a city councilman's house, slitting his throat with a rusted tomato can lid, drinking his fresh-spilled blood in a horrible death-sex ritual, and leaving his limbs and genitals scattered around the yard for his children to find?"

"I'm not driving all the way out to Bolingbrook.  What else you got?"

"We could always go out back and construct an array of interconnecting mystical sigils that will call down the powers of Hell against the living and plunge our mortal world into an unending night of spiritual despair."

"It looks like it's about to rain.  What's on TV?"

"Uh...I think HBO is showing the ritual disemboweling of a score of underage Taiwanese prostitutes."

"I've seen that."

"You want to run down to Greektown, meet up with a small but fanatic cadre of devout Islamic fundamentalist extremists, buy an experimental biological weapon stolen from a long-abandoned military laboratory in a former Soviet satellite nation, and unleash it in the center of the city, causing megadeaths within a week of initial exposure?"

"At this hour?"

"Yeah, you're right.  How about we train a legion of fanatic white supremacists to carry out the simultaneous assassination of dozens of world leaders, setting off a widespread crisis of government that ends with seven world capitals plunged into anarchy and rioting?"

"The line for that shit is going to be ridiculous.  Maybe if we'd gotten tickets ahead of time.  Any good bands playing?"

"It looks like at the Metro, there's gonna be four archbishops of the cardinal points of Hell playing, and they're going to give a talk about what it was like to consume the bloody, screaming souls of Jimi Hendrix, Kurt Cobain, John Lennon and Ol' Dirty Bastard."

"Not for thirty bucks, fuck that."

"You wanna get Chinese?"

"We did that last night."

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