Sgt. Sisk: Ladies and gentlemen, our suspect is not human. He is at home in the bush. Shoot to kill. Any questions?

Mob Member: Oh, yeah, yeah, I got a question there. When do we get to light our torches?

Sgt. Sisk: When it gets dark.

Mob Member: Ah, I see. Oh, hey, I got another question there. Suppose, hypothetically, you know, a guy had already lit his torch. I mean, it'd be cool if he could just keep it lit, huh?

Sgt. Sisk: Yes.

Mob Member: Oh, excellent. Excellent.

Sgt. Sisk: Now, if there are no more questions...

Mob Member: Oh, hey, hey, hey, I got another question. Hey, uh, if one part of the mob gets separated from another part of the mob, shouldn't there be a place that we can get together? Maybe a secret place the two mobs could reunite, and we'd be a big mob again.

Sgt. Sisk: Stay with the mob.

Mob Member: Stay with the mob. All right.

Sgt. Sisk: Right.

Mob Member: Hey, hey, hey, I got another question. Hey, uh, doesn't this guy deserve a fair trial?

Sgt. Sisk: You - back of the mob!

Mob Member: "Back of the mob"? What? This is my spot! I came early!

Sgt. Sisk: Okay, *out* of the mob!

Mob Member: Ah, this mob blows.