The chumps that run it don't want any trouble so...they don't call the cops. Unless you wanna wear cuffs or something.

[Seventeen actually. Hah. Fake IDs weren't even checked at the door. The old man loves Milwaukee.]

Oh but it's a good one. [Something is waking up. The old man grinds back, one dormant bulge to another there's bound to be something happening.]

That clock on the VCR right? Says it's 11:23.

[Paws slip under his shirt to move up the kid's back.]