“Hahahahahahahahah, that’s what ya’ll get, “Bette says.

“Hey, hey, you weren’t saying that a minute ago!”

“Who in the hell sells pigeons, “Tina says trying her best not to throw up.

“Oh, I get them for free.”

“You know what I don’t even want to know!”

“See that tall building over there well it’s made of glass. I know that, everyone around here knows that, and now you know that, but the pigeons don’t know that they fly dead smack into it and when then do they knock themselves dead, that’s where I come in.”

“Straight to hell you go lady, “Bette says shaking her head in shame.

“Where is PETA when you need them!?”

“Hey its free meat and with my secret sauce I should have my own show on the Food Network.”

“You mean the Pet Cemetery Network, “Tina says under her breath.

“What the hell, “Alice says out of nowhere her outburst startled everyone especially since she had not spoken a word since arriving at the food carts.

“Alice what’s wrong?” Alice ignoring Dylan begins to walk across the food cart lawn with the main security check point in her sights.

“Alice! Alice where are you going, “Tina yells after her. Like, Dylan, Alice completely ignored Tina and kept walking towards her destination.

“Hey, what’s going on with Alice?”

“I don’t know but let’s follow her.” Immediately forgetting about the pigeon fiasco that happened moments before they are curiously follow behind Alice. They had no idea what was going on but judging from Alices body posture whatever they walking into couldn’t be good. Alice body was tense and the closer she got to her destination the quicker her heart pounded against her chest. In her path stood a wall of bushes she could have easily made a detour and used the sidewalk but since she was in fuck it mode she parted the bushes like Moses did the Red Sea and walked through them. Still following behind her Bette lead the rest of them and walked through the bushes first.

“Ooooooooow, geesh my feet are killing me I knew I shouldn’t have worn these boots!”

“Oh, Dylan don’t blame the boots it’s not their fault your toes are shaped like dried shrimp.”