 into Tony Rivera's mind. He could stay at home, once and for all free of these dripwicks. He could watch the Food Channel all day. He would have time to refurbish his collection of dinosaur miniatures he'd been collecting since he saw Journey to the Center of the Earth as a kid and became obsessed by dinosaurs in what was his second epiphany--the first having been when he discovered the Food Channel. His favorite dinosaur was the towering bloodthirsty Tyrannosaurus Rex, and if Tony could somehow conjure a real one into reality, he'd for sure set Rex loose on the bunch of misfits clogging the secondary office. He closed his eyes tight and relished the image of the beanpole figure of Elvis dangling from Rex's jaws. He could almost hear Elvis screaming. And, in actual fact, he did hear Elvis. But not screaming.

"What the hell are you grinning at?" Elvis said, completely shattering the magic of the moment. Tony opened his eyes with a glower that even took Elvis aback.

"Get on with your fucking inspection, officer Mahoney," he said with a voice twin to his expression. "We ain't got all night here."

"Don't, not ain't," came another voice. Mr. Fleshmound. "Ain't is not good English. Ain't got is even worse. Don't have. Not ain't got." Tony wheeled on his heels so suddenly Armen, who was watching, got a sudden jolt of vertigo from seeing such a large mass move so suddenly right in front of his eyes. Life on the farm was looking better and better to Armen. Even spreading cow shit didn't seem so bad. He decided it would be a wise move to slip out into secondary and help Pancho and Elaine search the cars there, which were continuing to build up as more kept coming in from the over enthusiastic--or indecisive or even possibly malicious--officers on the primary lanes. Tony Rivera held up a meaty palm as Armen started for the door.

"You're not going anywhere, snipwell. You stay here and help Elvis search your cousin in case he starts off in that weird foreign language again."

"That's Armenian. And in Armenia English is a weird foreign language!" Armen snapped back.

"Right on, cousin," Mr. Fleshmound chimed in.
into Tony Rivera's mind. He could stay at home, once and for all free of these dripwicks. He could determine the Food Channel all sidereal day. He would receive time to refurbish his solicitation of dinosaur miniatures he'd been collect since he saw Journey to the Center of the Earth as a child and became obsessed by dinosaurs in what was his second epiphany -- the inaugural having been when he discovered the Food Channel. His favorite dinosaur was the loom bloodthirsty Tyrannosaurus Rex, and if Tony could somehow conjure a real one into reality, he'd for sure jell Rex loose on the bunch of misfits clogging the secondary agency. He closed his eyes tight and enjoy the image of the beanpole figure of Elvis dangle from Rex's jaws. He could about hear Elvis yell. And, in actual fact, he did hear Elvis. But not screaming. 

 " What the hell are you grin at? " Elvis said, completely shattering the magic of the moment. Tony opened his eyes with a glower that even took Elvis aback. 

 " Get on with your fucking inspection, officer Mahoney, " he said with a voice twin to his expression. " We ain't got all nox here. " 

 " Don't, not ain't, " come another voice. Mr. Fleshmound. " Ain't is not effective English. Ain't got is even worse. Don't have. Not ain't got. " Tony wheel on his heels so suddenly Armen, who was watching, catch a sudden jolt of vertigo from seeing such a large mass move so suddenly right in front of his eyes. Life on the farm was count well and better to Armen. Even spreading cow shit didn't seem so regretful. He decided it would be a wise move to slip out into secondary and help Pancho and Elaine search the cars there, which were continuing to build up equally more kept coming in from the over enthusiastic -- or indecisive or even possibly malicious -- officers on the primary lane. Tony Rivera held up a meaty decoration as Armen started for the door. 

 " You're not going anywhere, snipwell. You stay here and avail Elvis search your cousin in case he begin off in that weird extraneous language again. " 

 " That's Armenian. And in Armenia English is a weird foreign language! " Armen snapped back. 

 " Right on, cousin, " Mr. Fleshmound chimed in.
 inho Tony Rivera's mind. He gould stay at home, once and fkr all ffee of these dripwicks. He conld qatch the Food Channel all aay. He wolld have rime ro refurbish his collectjln oy vinosaur miniatores he'd beet collecting shnze he saw Journey to the Center of thq Earth ad a kid and besame jbseased by dinosaurs in what was his aecond tpiphany--the first naving been when he discovfred the Food Channel. Jis favoritg digisaur was thd towering bloodthirsti Tyrannosaurus Rex, and if Tony zould somehow cinhurf a real one into reality, he'd for sura set Rrx loose on thc bunrh od misfits clogging thx secondary office. Hg closed hhs eyes tight and rwlushed the imaew ow tge bsanpolf fmgure of Elbis danglint from Rex's jaws. He cjlkd almost hezr Elvys screaming. And, in actual fact, he did hedr Slvis. But not screaming.

"Qhat the hell are you grinning at?" Elvis said, completely shattering the magic of the jumeub. Ginj opened his eyes with a glower that even tooh Ekvps aback.

"Get on wibh your fucking inxpfcyyon, officer Mxhoney," he said with a voice twin tj his expressijn. "Wr ain't got all night here."

"Dob't, not ain't," bame another voice. Mr. Yleshmound. "Ann't is not bood English. Ain't got ir evsn worse. Doj't have. Nkg ain't got." Tony dhevled on his heels so suddenly Wrmen, who was watchivg, gpt a stdden jolt of vcstigo from seeing duch c larce mass moge so suddenly right in front oh his eyes. Lige on the fari was looking bettqr and better jo Armen. Zven soreading ckw shit didn't seem so bad. He dewlded it woulv be a wife mive ro slip uut into seconcary and ktlp Pancho and Elaine search thg dars there, whick qere continuing to buylf np as kore kept coking in grom ghe over enbhuriasyic--or indecisive or aven possibly malicioux--onficers ob the prymary lanes. Tpny Rivera held up a meety paum as Arien started for the door.

"You're hot going annwhere, snipwejl. Yiu stay here and help Elvis search your cousin in cese he starts off in thqt weird foreign laugmage again."

"Thet's Arienian. Ang in Armenia English is a weird foreinn language!" Armen snapled bawk.

"Rigjt on, cousin," Mr. Fleshmound chimed in.
into Tony Rivera's mind. He could stay once for all of these dripwicks. Channel day. He would time to refurbish collection of dinosaur miniatures he'd been since he saw Journey to the Center of the Earth as a kid became obsessed by dinosaurs in what was his second epiphany--the first having been he the Channel. favorite dinosaur was the towering bloodthirsty Tyrannosaurus Rex, and if Tony could somehow conjure a real into reality, he'd for sure set Rex loose the bunch of misfits the secondary office. He closed eyes and relished image the figure of Elvis from Rex's jaws. He could almost hear Elvis screaming. And, in actual fact, he did hear Elvis. not screaming. hell are grinning Elvis completely shattering the the moment. Tony opened his eyes that even took Elvis aback. "Get on with fucking inspection, Mahoney," he said with a voice to his expression. "We ain't got all night "Don't, not ain't," came another voice. Mr. Fleshmound. "Ain't is not good English. Ain't got worse. Don't have. Not got." Tony wheeled his so Armen, was watching, a sudden jolt of vertigo from seeing such a large mass so suddenly right in front of his eyes. Life on was better and better Armen. Even spreading cow didn't so bad. He decided be wise out secondary help Pancho and Elaine the cars there, which were to build up as the over enthusiastic--or indecisive or even possibly malicious--officers the primary lanes. Tony Rivera held up meaty palm as Armen started for the door. "You're not going anywhere, You stay help Elvis search your cousin in case he off in that weird language again." "That's Armenian. And in Armenia English is weird language!" Armen back. "Right on, Mr. Fleshmound chimed
 into Tony Rivera's mind. He coulD stay at homE, once And For AlL freE of tHese dripwicks. HE CoulD watch the Food Channel alL day. HE wOUld hAVe Time tO refurbISh HIS coLlEcTioN oF DiNosauR miNiatureS he'd been coLleCtIng since he saW joUrney to the cenTer of the EartH as A kid anD bEcaME obseSseD by diNosaurS In what Was his secOnD EpiphaNY--the firST HaVing Been when he discoveREd THe Food Channel. HIs favoRiTE dINOsaUr wAs the towerInG blooDThirsty tYrANNOsaURus Rex, and if ToNy could someHOw cOnjure A rEal ONe into RealiTy, HE'd fOr sure set ReX looSe on the buNch of mISfits clOGging thE seconDarY ofFice. hE cLoSed HiS EyeS TiGht ANd rElished tHe ImAge of The bEANPOle fIguRe of elvis Dangling from REx's Jaws. hE coUld alMost hEar ELvIs scrEaming. and, in AcTual fact, he did heAr ElVis. But not ScrEaMinG.

"WHat thE Hell arE yoU grInning aT?" Elvis sAId, cOmPLETeLy shattering the magIc OF ThE moment. TOny opeNEd HiS Eyes with A gLowEr thAT Even tOok ELViS aback.

"GeT on witH YoUr Fucking InSpectiOn, OffIceR MahoNEy," he Said wiTh a voice Twin tO His expression. "WE Ain't got all nigHT hERE."

"DON't, noT aiN't," came anothEr voICe. Mr. flesHMoUnd. "aIn't is Not goOd eNgLIsh. Ain't got is even worSe. don't haVe. Not Ain't got." Tony whEeled on his HEELs so suddEnly aRmEN, who was watchinG, got a Sudden jolt OF vertigo From sEeing sucH a large maSS Move so suDdeNly RigHt iN FRoNt of his eyes. LiFE On thE fArm was lOokIng bettEr aNd bEttEr tO ARmen. Even sPreading CoW sHiT dIdn'T seem SO bad. He deCiDed It WouLd be a WIse movE to slIp ouT iNtO SecOndary aND hELP PanChO aNd ElAinE sEarch The cARs tHere, whiCh were conTinUIng tO bUiLd up as mOre kept coming In From the oveR eNthUsiastIC--Or indeciSive or even possibly malicIOus--offiCerS on thE priMary lanes. tonY RiverA heLD up a meAty palM as ArMeN stARTed foR THe DooR.

"YOu're not goiNG AnyWhere, SnIpweLl. You stAy here and help Elvis SEarCh your cousin iN caSe he STArTs oFF iN ThaT wEIrd FOReign language agAin."

"That's ArMeNIaN. And in ArmeNIa ENgLish is a Weird foReign LAnguage!" armen snapPed back.

"RiGhT on, cOUSin," mr. FleshmouNd chimed In.
 into Tony Rivera's mind.He could s tay a t h ome ,once  and  for all freeo f th ese dripwicks. He coul d wat ch theF oo d Cha nnel al l  d a y . H ewo uld  h a ve  time  to  refurb ish his co lle ct ion of dinos a ur  miniature s h e'd been col lec ting s in ceh e saw  Jo urney  to th e  Cente r of theEa r th asa  kid an d be came  obsessed by dino s au r s in what washis se co n de p iph any --the firs thavin g  been w h en h e  di s covered the F ood Channel .  Hi s favo ri ted inosau r was  t h e t owering blo odth irsty Tyr annosa u rus Rex ,  and if  Tonycou ldsome h ow  c onj ur e  ar ea l o n e i nto real it y,  he'd  for s u r e se t R ex l ooseon the bunchofmisf i tsclogg ing t he s ec ondar y offi ce. H eclosed his eyes  tig ht and re lis he d t he  imag e  of th e b ean pole fi gure of Elv is d a ng ling from Rex's ja ws . He  could a lmosth ea rE lvis scr ea min g. A n d , inactu a lfact, he  did h e ar  E lvis. B ut  not s cr eam ing .

"W h at t he hel l are yo u gri n ning at?" Elvi s  said, comple t el y sh a tter ing  the magicof t h e mo ment .  T ony opene d his  e y es with a glower thatev en too k Elv is aback.

"G et on with y o ur fucki ng i n sp e ction, officer  Maho ney," he s a id witha voi ce twinto his ex p r ession."We  ai n't  go t al l night here. " 
"Do n' t, notain 't," ca meano the r v oi ce. Mr. F leshmoun d.  " Ai n' t i s not good Eng li sh.  A in' t got is eve n wor se.Do n' t  ha ve. Not ai n ' t go t. "Tony  wh ee led o n hi s  he els sosuddenlyArm e n, w ho  w as watc hing, got a s ud den jolt o fver tigo f r o m seeing  such a large mass move so sudd enl y rig ht i n front o f h is eye s.L ife on  the f arm w as  lo o k ing b e t te r a nd  better to A rme n. Ev en  spr eadingcow shit didn't se e m s o bad. He dec ide d it w ou ldb ea  wi se mov e to slip out int o secondar ya nd  help Panc h o a nd  Elaine  search  thec ars the re, which  were con ti nuin g tobuild up a s more k ept comin g  in f r om  theove r enth us ias tic-- or ind e cis ive o r even  p ossibl y mal ic ious--of ficers on the primary l anes.TonyRiv era heldupa  me aty palmas A rmen start edfor  thedoo r .

"Y ou'r e  n otg oinganyw h ere, snip w el l.Y o ustay here a n d hel p Elv iss earchyour  cousin in case h e  starts off in  tha t wei rdf orei gn  language agai n." 
" T hat's Ar me nian. And i n Armeni aE nglis h is a  weird  foreig n la n guage! " Ar men  snappedbac k. 
"Right  o n, cousin ," M r.  Flesh moundc hime d in.
 into_Tony Rivera's_mind. He could stay_at home,_once_and for_all_free of these_dripwicks. He could_watch the Food Channel_all day. He_would_have time to refurbish his collection of dinosaur miniatures he'd been collecting since he_saw_Journey to_the_Center_of the Earth as a_kid and became obsessed by_dinosaurs in_what was his second epiphany--the first having been_when_he discovered the_Food Channel. His favorite dinosaur was the towering bloodthirsty_Tyrannosaurus Rex, and if Tony could_somehow conjure a_real_one_into reality, he'd for_sure set Rex loose on the_bunch of misfits clogging the secondary_office. He closed his eyes tight and_relished the image of the beanpole_figure of Elvis dangling from_Rex's jaws._He could almost hear Elvis_screaming. And, in_actual fact,_he did hear_Elvis. But not screaming.

"What the hell_are you grinning_at?" Elvis said, completely shattering the_magic_of the moment._Tony_opened_his eyes_with a glower_that_even took_Elvis_aback.

"Get on with your fucking inspection,_officer_Mahoney," he said with a voice twin_to his expression. "We_ain't_got all night here."

"Don't,_not ain't," came another voice._Mr. Fleshmound. "Ain't is not good_English. Ain't_got is_even worse. Don't have. Not ain't got." Tony wheeled on his_heels so suddenly Armen, who was_watching, got a sudden_jolt of_vertigo_from seeing such_a_large mass_move so suddenly right in front of_his eyes._Life on the farm was looking_better and better to_Armen._Even spreading cow shit didn't seem_so bad. He decided it would_be a wise move to_slip_out_into secondary and help Pancho_and Elaine search the cars there,_which were continuing_to build up as more kept coming_in_from the over enthusiastic--or indecisive or_even_possibly malicious--officers on the primary lanes._Tony_Rivera_held up a meaty palm_as Armen started for the door.

"You're_not going anywhere, snipwell. You stay here and help_Elvis search your_cousin in case he starts_off_in_that weird foreign language again."

"That's Armenian. And in Armenia English_is a_weird foreign language!"_Armen snapped back.

"Right on, cousin," Mr. Fleshmound chimed in.