All in an afternoon’s work, m’friend.

[Skateboard shop. JETT SUPERIOR. SAM SUPERIOR. One of the foster kids that JETT hauls around to various and sundry places on various and sundry occasions. FOSTER GIRL is female, fourteen, and VERRRRY Drew Barrymore both in appearance and attitude, i.e., exceptionally cute, witty and fun.]

FOSTER GIRL: Hey Sam, you finished? I think we’re ready to go.

[RANDOM SKATE PUNK that was conversating with Sam turns and makes a flippant remark to our heroine FG.]

JETT: Feel free to pick up any ole thing and bust him in the head with it, FG.

[The eyes of several surrounding skatophiles grow large. Dinner-platish, even.]

JETT: Funny how these little dudes think that shoving four wheels up under their feet gives them license to let any ole smart-aleck crrrrap fall outta their mouths.

[A handful of skate kids, FG and SAM chuckle. There are skate kids mocking RANDOM SKATE PUNK from all directions.]

SK1: Oooooh, she burned yo’ bacon!

SK2: D’OH!

SK3: AHHHHH-hahaha!

RANDOM SKATE PUNK: Maaaan, Sam, your mom is harsh.

[Sam nods sagely while smirking]

SAM: My momma don’t play.