[The rumbling diesel engine falls silent. That is part of what gets the old man to move.]
End of the line. We ain't goin' anywhere no' mo.
[This is not Larry by the way. He gives the kid another shove as he opens his eyes. No, it's not a statue. But it is a rather tall, imposing figure of a woman in a bus uniform. She tabs her head. The motion makes her talons gleam more brilliantly.]
...What?
[Real eloquent, Mr. White. He rubs his neck as he tries to make sense of the scene.]
Kid. [Pat pat. Plz get up and help him assess this.]
I ain't playin'. Pay your fee and get going on your own.
no subject
End of the line. We ain't goin' anywhere no' mo.
[This is not Larry by the way. He gives the kid another shove as he opens his eyes. No, it's not a statue. But it is a rather tall, imposing figure of a woman in a bus uniform. She tabs her head. The motion makes her talons gleam more brilliantly.]
...What?
[Real eloquent, Mr. White. He rubs his neck as he tries to make sense of the scene.]
Kid. [Pat pat. Plz get up and help him assess this.]
I ain't playin'. Pay your fee and get going on your own.