Trax: So this is the F.B.I.
Do you feebees
Give freebees
Or just heebee jeebies?
Luna: We are a little more ingenuitive than that...giving freebees you go to the homeless shelter.
Trax: Been there done that!
Luna: Hon you need to tell me that you were once down and out...the public is generally always down in the dumps if they come to us.
Trax: Well my dog is using my credit card online to buy pet porno products and I want to bust him.
Luna: And I suppose your pet fly is Spanish too...
Trax: Nope, actually my pet spider is spinning webs with messages in them ever since the alien seeker drone came into my room one night...
Luna: O.k. Trax, my name might be Luna, but I'm not a lunatic!
Trax: Well isn't the law such a free for all? I mean corruption is everywhere. I can't even go to the hospital anymore without feeling like someone is going to misdiagnose me with a urine infection for a brain tumor.
Luna: Well Trax some of the problem might be that you are labeled as a schizophrenic.
Trax: Does that mean that I can feel pain? Does that mean that I should be in the rubber room screaming about demons coming to get me? Or should I have forgotten my own name and birth date? Should I fly away on my steel pegasus or sumthing? My first doctor said I was bipolar like my Mom. Then I was homeless for a stint and contracted what everybody calls the "real andrias". Cause some hitman cop gave me a biocontaminated ticket and it attracted some strange sort of bugs.
Luna: We feel bad for hitmen California Cops here at the F.B.I., Trax. What was his name?
Trax: I call him "bad decision".
Luna: So away went the bad dream when you got back on your feet?
Trax: Not completely as every dreamnight is another day in the life world extinguished. Lucky to be alive is my middle name. I go about life in the style that every day is a delicacy!
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