VL-IV 1 Networks, paramedics and a snack truck pg. 8

[Robin Landseadel]

Buster, dispensing some weird anti-agitprop tonic, compares Zoyd and
himself to Bigfoot, then [with the agility of a self-employed
bartender/bouncer] reads Lemay’s [the “Bear” with a thing for “Cheryl”]
palm and scams him into buying a round:

	. . .Zoyd here does look a little strange right now, but he's out on
	governmental business."

	"I knew it!" cried Lemay. "Undercover agent!"

	"Nut case," confided Zoyd.

	"Oh. Well ... that sounds like interesting work too .... "

The phone rings, it’s Zoyd’s partner and bass player, Van Meter:

	"Got six mobile TV units waiting, network up from the City,
	plus paramedics and a snack truck, all wonderin' where you are."

	"Here. You just called me, remember?"

	"Aha. Good point.

Point being that Zoyd’s annual act of public transfenestration is well
out of his control, agents of “Them” [whoever the hell “they” are] have
moved in, creating the set for a three-camera sit-com with a live
studio audience at the Cucumber Lounge. Very "Truman Show."

Also note the sit-com structure of the dialog, it's embedded into
the lives of these people, just like ours : ) Like emoticons and
on-line flame wars today, it's background noise creeping into
our consciousness.

	"Better come on back," said Van Meter.

	Zoyd hung up, put the saw back in the bag, finished his beer, and made
	his exit, blowing broad show-biz kisses and reminding everybody to
	watch the evening news.