Jimmy Haslam: “Scout Hobo, I need your help again. I bribed my executives to artificially inflate our profits on paper, now the feds are after me.”
Scout Hobo: /lifts head off cracked pavement in dilapidated Circle K parking lot/ “You again? Tell them you rely on your accountants to always use industry standard methods, and you know nothing else. Play dumb.”
Jimmy Haslam: “Brilliant! I’ll be back before the draft for another talk!”
Scout Hobo: /Takes giant swig from gas station Fireball bottle, coughs up infected phlegm, vomits/ “Ok, see you then.”