Boys. In a crowded jeep, bouncing along an old dirt road:
- Man, I didn’t bring my gear. You never know these out-of-town parties, you know?
- I hate my mom, man, she’s always buggin’.
- Hey, don’t worry about it, man.
- I hear with these pellet guns that are more powerful than the .22…
- that’s what I got, a .22.