Interview with a Teenage Hulk (musc)
by Jaypat
Transcript from WMRF Marshfield Junior Collage radio station.
Program: Jackson’s Corner
Airdate: September 22, 2017, 3:00 p.m.
Simulcast on www.marshradio.edu
Unedited – NOT FOR BROADCAST OR REDISTRIBUTION
Program begins
JACKSON: Good afternoon everybody. I’m Jack Jackson and you’re listening to Jackson’s Corner.
THEME MUSIC
JACKSON: Today were coming to you from Roosevelt High School where we’re talking with Terry Vogel, one of the volunteers in the Gamma Enhancement Project. How are you doing today, Terry?
VOGEL: Ah…fine, Jack, thanks.
JACKSON: Thanks for being with us on the show.
VOGEL: That’s ok.
JACKSON: Terry, for our listeners who may not know, could you tell us exactly what the Gamma Enhancement Project is?
VOGEL: Ah yeah… sure. You’ve, like, heard of the Hulk, right?
JACKSON: Of course, I think most people have.
VOGEL: Ok, well, these guys wanted to take the Gamma Radiation, you know the stuff that made the Hulk on accident, and see if they could use it to cure Muscular Dystrophy or MS, you know diseases like that.
JACKSON: You don’t have one of those diseases, do you Terry?
VOGEL: Ah…, no. They wanted to test it on healthy people first, to see what the effect was on healthy people. Well, skinny, healthy people. You had to be skinny.
JACKSON: Correct me if I’m wrong, Terry, but at just 16 years of age, you are the youngest of the volunteers.
VOGEL: Ah, yeah.
JACKSON: I can see by your smile that you’re proud of that. Now it was my understanding that they were looking for volunteers between the ages of 18 and 22. Would you like to share with us how you came to be selected?
VOGEL: Sure, I guess it doesn’t matter now. I used my brother’s ID.
JACKSON: You’re brother’s ID?
VOGEL: Yeah, we look kinda the same. We’re both about the same size and he’s over 18, so I just said I was him.
JACKSON: And that worked?
VOGEL: (Chuckles) yeah, it sure did. My bro was pretty mad about it, but… (laughs)
JACKSON: But what?
VOGEL: Well… Let’s just say he’s not mad anymore.
JACKSON: Tell me, why were you so anxious to volunteer for this project that you’d lie to get in.
VOGEL: Well, I guess it’s because I’m kinda small. My whole family’s kinda small. And ever since I was a little kid I wanted to be big, you know really tall and really jacked. But I wasn’t really built that way, so when I heard about this I just had to do it— I just had to-- no matter what.
JACKSON: I have to say you do look a little on the small side. What are you 5’ 4”?
VOGEL: I’m 5’ 5 ½ " and well… check me out.
JACKSON: You don’t need to take off your shirt.
VOGEL: That’s ok. I want to.
(sound of rustling cloth)
JACKSON: I see what you mean. Your chest is kind of sunken, you’re waist is really narrow and I think I can see every one of your ribs.
VOGEL: Yeah, I know. Kind of sad isn’t it. I’ve been like this since I was born. Didn’t matter what I did; I just couldn’t gain any weight. Stick legs, stick arms, go head feel it.
JACKSON: You want me to feel your arm.
VOGEL: Yeah, go ahead.
JACKSON: Wow, it’s pretty thin; there’s not much to it.
VOGEL: See what I mean? would you want to be like this?
JACKSON: I see your point. You can put your shirt back on, now.
VOGEL: Sure I understand. Kind of makes you sick to look at me, doesn’t it?
JACKSON: I think you’re being a little hard on yourself.
VOGEL: My dad used to try and make me feel better about it by saying our last name means “bird.” And birds may be small and light but they were around way back during the time of the dinosaurs. And even now, when all of the giant lizards are long dead, birds are still here. I don’t know about you, but even if it meant I’d’ve had to die out when that meteor struck, I’d’ve still wanted to be a huge, massively muscled tyrannosaur instead of some stupid, tiny, fluttery bird.
JACKSON: How much do you weigh?
VOGEL: 110… now.
JACKSON: When you say, “now,” you mean you’ve been bigger.
VOGEL: Oh yeah. (laughs)
JACKSON: I understood the project was intended to induce a moderate increase in muscle mass.
VOGEL: (chuckles) Yup, that’s what they intended.
JACKSON: And it fact the other volunteers gained about 20 pounds.
VOGEL: Yup, that’s about right.
JACKSON: But not you?
VOGEL: Well, they didn’t expect me to still be in puberty. That kind of shook things up a little.
JACKSON: How do you mean?
VOGEL: Well, at first I gained the 20 pounds, just like the other guys.
JACKSON: How did that feel?
VOGEL: Are you kidding? It felt fantastic. I felt thicker and heavier and way more solid and I got stronger. But then, you know, I lost it again.
JACKSON: But not the other volunteers.
VOGEL: No, they kept their muscles.
JACKSON: How did that make you feel?
VOGEL: Like shit. Oops. Can I say that?
JACKSON: Not really, but don’t worry we’ll edit it out later. Just please answer the question again, this time without the cuss word.
VOGEL: Ok, I felt really bad. The doctors said the change was unstable in me because I was still, you know, in puberty.
JACKSON: But that wasn’t the end.
VOGEL: No, hell no. Ahh. Can I say that?
JACKSON: Sure, that one’s ok. So, what happened after that?
VOGEL: That night I was at home studying in my room and suddenly I just started to feel really horny. That’s ok to say, isn’t it?
JACKSON: Don’t worry so much about what you say. Just tell the story in your own words and we’ll go back in later and bleep out or remove what we can’t use.
VOGEL: Ok, if you say so. Anyway I was feeling really, really horny. And then I started to feel the way I did in the lab.
JACKSON: And how was that?
VOGEL: Like there was this amazing almost electric current running through me. My heart just went crazy and then my entire body started feeling harder. I could see veins starting to swell up out of my forearms. And then my arms just started feeling tighter and getting thicker, the way they did in the lab. And before I knew it, I had the 20 pounds back again.
JACKSON: That must have made you happy.
VOGEL: Oh yeah, but that wasn’t the end of it.
JACKSON: What do you mean?
VOGEL: Well, I was standing there, checking myself out. I wasn’t really big. But I looked kind of normal and I liked it. So I was, you know, flexing, when my brother just barged into my room. He didn’t knock or anything. He was really pissed off 'cause I stole his ID. I guess he was so mad he didn’t notice that I was a little heavier than usual. He started trying to shove me around. It wasn’t as easy as he thought it would be, but he started to piss me off, too. Then I began felt that electric current feeling and suddenly my muscles just started getting bigger. I mean they were bulging out all over. I was just getting bigger, taller, harder, bulkier, and it felt amazing. My shirt got really, really tight. The bottom was riding up and I could see a really ripped six pack. My sleeves started splitting apart and suddenly I was flexing biceps bigger than softballs and harder than rocks. I remember roaring as I felt the back of my shirt rip open and suddenly I was huge and incredibly fucking strong. I must have been over 6 feet tall and just jacked-the-fuck-up. I was looking down on my brother and he looked really, really tiny -- and I don’t mean just short, he looked kind of narrow and well, slight, yeah, slight. He was still pissing me off so I grabbed him with one hand and picked him right up off the floor. Fuck, I could feel the power exploding inside my huge, rock hard bicep as I lifted him up over my head. It was so fucking easy I was laughing. And just I just tossed him halfway across the room, right into the wall. He slid down to the bottom and suddenly I got really scared that I might have seriously hurt him.
Then before I knew it, I’d shrunken back down and my muscles just went away until I was skinny little me again. My brother was ok. He jumped up from the floor, called me a freak and ran from the room. He doesn’t come near me now.
JACKSON: From your smile, I’d have to guess that you like that.
VOGEL: Well, kinda. I mean he’s my older brother and he used to beat on me a lot. Now he’s scared shitless of me. It’s kind of cool.
JACKSON: What did the doctor’s say about your growth spurt?
VOGEL: They just said the Gamma effect was unstable because of puberty and it probably wouldn’t happen again, but if it did I should try and take my height and weight.
JACKSON: Has it happened again?
VOGEL: Well, not yet, but I’m working on it.
JACKSON: Working on it?
VOGEL: Yeah, I’ve been reading up on the Hulk, everything I could find.
JACKSON: Has that helped?
VOGEL: Kind of. That scientist guy, who became the Hulk, said it was the darker part of his nature that fueled his change. He said as he starts to grow he feels this overpowering lust for the gigantic size, the massive muscles and the impossible strength the transformation gives him. I think that was kind of what happened with me and my brother. And then when I felt scared it all just went away.
JACKSON: So what’s your plan?
VOGEL: Next time it happens, just let the darker part of my nature free.
JACKSON: You mean the lust for size and power?
VOGEL: Yeah, absolutely. I mean when I just think about what it was like to be that big, I just get… oh fuck. Oh fuck! OH FUCK!
JACKSON: What’s the matter?
VOGEL: I’m getting really fucking horny! And my heart…
JACKSON: Is it racing?
VOGEL: No, it’s pounding, harder and stronger, like a fucking drum. Fuck, I can hear it! Can you hear it?
JACKSON: Yes, I can and it sounds like it’s getting louder!
(thump thump, Thump Thump, THUMP, THUMP!)
VOGEL: Awesome! I feel awesome! Look at my arms!
(THUMP, THUMP! THUMP, THUMP! THUMP, THUMP!)
JACKSON: Your veins do seem to be getting thicker and protruding…
VOGEL: Yeah! Keep watching!
(The heart beat is mixed with a sound like stretching plastic only deeper)
JACKSON: Your arms… they’re getting wider… your whole frame seems to be filling out!
VOGEL: That’s my 20 pounds! I’m getting my 20 pounds back!
JACKSON: That is truly amazing. You do not look emaciated any more. You actually look healthy.
VOGEL: Yeah, but it’s not enough!
JACKSON: Why are you closing your eyes?
VOGEL: I’m concentrating… trying to remember how good it felt to totally dominate my brother.
JACKSON: You mean you’re releasing your darker nature?
VOGEL: Yeah, oh fuck yeah… It felt so amazing just towering over him, seeing him look so small and weak next to my big, powerful arms… yeah… oh yeah…I can feel it… its fucking working!
(more, deep, thick stretching sounds)
VOGEL: Yeah…fuck yeah.
JACKSON: Jesus, you’re growing. This is unbelievable. He’s growing right in front of me, just getting taller and taller.
(deep, thick stretching sounds continue)
VOGEL(voice gradually getting deeper): Oh, man, this feels fucking awesome.
JACKSON: Oh my God! I can see his muscles growing… even under his clothes! They’re getting thicker, heavier, more defined…. Damn… He’s gotta be nearly 6 feet tal1! No, 6’ 1”! No! 6’ 2”!
VOGEL: (deep laughter)
JACKSON: Jeeze! His shirt is riding up. Look at those abs, like cobble stones! I know a couple of jocks who’d kill for abs like that!
VOGEL: (laughs) And I’m not done yet. Check this out!
JACKSON: Holy crap, his chest is swelling out, stretching that shirt for all its worth! His shoulders are becoming God dam melons! And his arms…
VOGEL: (voice is significantly deeper) Yeah, check out the arms! I’m gonna flex ‘em!
(sounds of cloth tearing)
JACKSON: Whoa, they just burst right out of his sleeves. They’re peaked and they have thick veins running all over them! Man, those things must be at least 20 inches.
VOGEL: Fuck yeah, they are! Feel ‘em!
JACKSON: Ah… I don’t know…
VOGEL: Go on, feel ‘em! I know you want to.
JACKSON: …no…really…
VOGEL: FEEL ‘EM!
JACKSON: …ok… Man, they’re like steel! …and so big I can’t even get my hand around them.
VOGEL: And they got power in ‘em too! And you can feel it, can’t you? Just like I can, in the sheer mass and hardness of ‘em. Fuck, they’re like stones. My whole body feels just like ‘em! And they got enough power in ‘em to rip you in fucking two! (laughs)
You don’t have to take your hand away, little buddy … or look so scared… You’re too small for me to mess with. I need someone bigger.
JACKSON: What do you mean?
VOGEL: You see that car?
JACKSON: The black Mustang?
VOGEL: That’s the one. It belongs to Bill Clemet.
JACKSON: The linebacker? The one with the football scholarship to Pen State?
VOGEL: He’s pretty big, isn’t he?
JACKSON: He’s huge. At least 6’ 5” and he has to weigh at least half again as much as you do.
VOGEL: Prob’ly. He’s also a douche.
(sound of metal denting and a car alarm)
JACKSON: You really think you should be sitting on his hood? Looks like you already put a dent in it.
VOGEL: Good.
CLEMET (in the distance): HEY!
JACKSON: Oh my God, here he comes.
CLEMET (approaching): Hey fuck face, get the FUCK off my car!
VOGEL: Yeah? Why don’t you fucking make me, you fucking douche!
JACKSON: Jeeze, this guy is huge and he’s all muscle.
VOGEL: Maybe you better get out of the way, little buddy.
JACKSON: …yeah… that might not be a bad idea… ok, I’m moving about a good 20 feet back. And folks, here comes Clement. He looks very, very angry. His fists are balled. His muscles flexed… and the size of him… Jeeze, talk about intimidating. Oh god, here comes the wind-up…
(Thump sound followed by the sound of something sliding across metal and another thump.)
JACKSON: Oh my God! With one right cross to the head, Clement just knocked Vogel clear across his hood and off the other side. But Vogel’s getting right up again. Oh Jeeze, he’s bleeding from his lip. Now he’s wiping the blood off his face with the back of his hand and glaring back at Clement.
VOGEL: Is that all you got, pussy-boy?
CLEMENT: You mother fucking SON OF A BITCH!
JACKSON: Oh God! Clement just launched himself at Vogel, but somehow Vogel dodged him. Jeeze, the two of them are circling each other, fists raised, each looking for an opening. Vogel deliberately drops his guard… and Clement goes for it! Another right cross, right to the head! Jeeze, I’m surprised it didn’t take Vogel’s head off. No… no… Vogel looks a little stunned but he’s still standing… in fact he’s smiling.
VOGEL: That’s the stuff Pussy-boy. I can feel it coming. Want to try again?
JACKSON: I can’t believe this. Vogel’s just dropped his guard completely. He’s just standing there, gesturing with his hands for Clement to come after him! …and Clement does! This time with a left cross followed by a right to the gut! Vogel’s doubled over! But… but, he’s not gasping… it sounds more like laughing…and oh my God! He’s… he’s growing! It’s happening again! Vogel’s growing! He’s still doubled over… I can only see his back but, Jeeze, it’s getting wider!
(sound of ripping cloth followed by a low rumbling laughter)
VOGEL: Awesome.
JACKSON: His shirt just split open, on the back, on the sides, it’s just shredding! And exploding out from underneath… oh my God, the muscles… just look at the lats on this guy, ridiculously wide, thick and defined! And they still keep getting wider and thicker and wider and thicker. There’s a valley forming where his spine is. And his traps, like two hills growing on each side of his head. And his neck… it’s becoming a god dam fire plug!
VOGEL(his voice - a deep roar): I feel AWESOME!!!!!
JACKSON: He’s straitening up, and… oh my God, he’s taller! He must be six inches taller than he was a moment ago. …and he’s bigger too! Jeeze, is he bigger! That back… it’s just an incredibly wide granite wall of muscle! His loose jeans now look like shorts, like skin tight shorts and his legs… I know tree trunk legs is a cliché, but in this case…damn! He’s taller than Clement!
CLEMENT: What the fuck?!!!!
VOGEL: You like, pussy-boy? You see what a real man looks like?
JACKSON: Fists have gone back up. They’re circling again. In a second I should get a look at Vogel’s front… oh my god… words fail me… He’s beyond huge. His chest is two massive striated orbs of muscle. They have to be sticking a foot out in front of him! His stomach has become 8 massive muscle bricks stacked on top of each other, heaving in and out as he breaths. His arms are colossal, a conglomeration of ripped-up cords, tendons and… just enormous masses of sinew that have to measure at least 27 inches around! And those ridiculously huge, broad shoulders along with those impossibly wide lats make him look a mile wide! I’ve never seen anyone that big, even in pictures.
VOGEL: I feel like a fucking tank!
CLEMENT: You’re a fucking freak!
VOGEL: What’s the matter, pussy-boy? Why aren’t you shoving me around the way you do those poor tiny freshmen? Yeah, I’ve seen you. It’s a little different when your not the biggest guy around, isn’t it, you fucking little girl looser?
CLEMENT: I’ll show you who’s the fucking little girl looser!
(a thud immediately followed by cracking.)
JACKSON: Clements threw another right, right at that brick wall of a stomach! Jeeze, it looked like he gave it everything he had but Vogel is just standing there grinning like nothing happened. Damn, Clement is shaking his fist around like he’s hurt.
VOGEL: My turn.
(A CRUNCH-THUD, followed by a muffled cry and something heavy hitting the ground)
JACKSON: Oh my God, Vogel let loose with a right to the jaw. Clement threw his arm up to block it, but it wasn’t enough to stop that punch! Damn, I think Vogel broke Clement’s arm on the way to breaking his jaw! The big jock flew back at least 10 feet before he hit the ground! But… but, he’s getting up!
CLEMENT (garbled) You broke my jaw, you fucking freak!
VOGEL: Yeah? Come back here and I’ll break your fucking leg.
CLEMENT: (mumbling) Fucking freak… Gonna fuck you up… fucking freak…
JACKSON: Clements up. He’s going for his car. Looks like he’s getting away while the gettings good.
VOGEL: That’s right, run away, pussy boy!
JACKSON: Clement’s backing away—no wait, he’s stopped.
(sound of squealing tires)
JACKSON: Oh my god! Clement threw it in gear and hit the gas! He’s heading straight for Vogel! Vogel sees it! Too late! Can’t get out of the way!
(HEAVY THUD!)
JACKSON: OH MY GOD! Clement hit Vogel head on with his car! The poor guy didn’t stand a chance! He flew about 30 feet back before he hit the ground. I don’t think I can look… Wait… No… I don’t believe it. Vogel’s actually getting back up. It looks like he’s ok, except… He looks mad! I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone look that mad… and something’s happening… something to his body… it…it looks like its pulsing. Veins are swelling up all over him and…
VOGEL: AH! AAAH! AARRRGGGHHHHHHHHH!
JACKSON: Oh my God, he’s growing… no, not just growing, exploding…exploding upward, outward… Oh my God, he’s just getting bigger and bigger! His muscles… my God, his muscles… I’m sorry. I’m a little overwhelmed here. I’ll try to describe this. His upper arms are swelling into gigantic granite boulders. The shoulders above them are expanding into segmented striated beach balls! His forearms are getting as thick around as a man’s legs!
(Thick, ripping sound)
JACKSON: His jeans are tearing up the sides, releasing two mammoth thighs that are just ripped to shreds and bulging up to an unbelievable size. And at the same time, those massive muscle pylons are getting longer and longer.
VOGEL: (deep guttural growl) AAAAWWWWESOOOOMMMME!
(More ripping)
JACKSON: Now those huge quads and hams, writhing and swelling under his skin, have destroyed his pants completely, leaving him naked. Oh my God, he’s got… equipment…equipment an elephant wouldn’t be ashamed of… and it’s obvious he’s enjoying this… he’s enjoying it a lot.
VOGEL: SO FUCKING GOOD!
JACKSON: And my God, he’s still growing! His shoulders are stretching out further and further, growing into huge balls of rock hard flesh. Colossal traps are rising up and merging with his thickening neck and I can see his back getting even thicker and wider behind him as he gets taller and taller. God, he’s more than seven feet!
VOGEL: (Ridiculously deep) HA HA HA!
JACKSON: And he’s still shooting upwards, getting taller and taller, and more and more impossibly huge muscles are just bursting up under his skin, swelling and bulging! It’s like he’s being engulfed by muscle, a mountain of it, and it’s making his monstrous frame unbelievably massive.
VOGEL: ARRRRGGGHHHH!!!!
JACKSON: His pecs are becoming two gigantic globes of flesh, sticking out about two feet in front of him overshadowing a range of eight massive muscle plateaus rising out of his stomach, bulging up bigger and rippling in and out with each tectonic breath. He’s lifting his massive arms to the sky. Oh man, his gargantuan lats are spreading out behind him, like huge shield. His intercostals are like tree branches! The size of him… he’s so incredibly massive. I can’t believe this is the same famine victim I was interviewing! His bulk is just so overwhelming, so much fucking muscle over every bulging inch of him. I have to say folks, I’m terrified. Vogel has become such a wall of unstoppable massive, heaving power… he must have more strength in one of his fingers than I have in my entire body. Just looking at him makes me go weak in the knees.
VOGEL: I LIKE!
JACKSON: Vogel’s posing. That’s a most muscular or a crab pose. It’s a pose bodybuilders use to show off their overall muscular development and right now every one of his incredibly massive, incredibly powerful muscles are bulging out all over him. Oh my God… I am… I am… a little overwhelmed. Vogel has to be over eight feet tall, and he’s got to weigh more than a ton. The sheer size of him… He’s a fucking monster.
(Car engine starts up)
JACKSON: Looks like Clement is trying to get away again… or maybe he’s just revving up for another attempt at ramming Vogel…. No, no, he’s definitely making a break for it. But there’s a good sized dent in the front of that car and the way the radiator is steaming… I’m not sure how far he’ll get.
Oh, wait a minute, Vogel’s stopped posing. He’s seen Clement pulling away.
VOGEL: (INCREDIBLY LOUD, DEEP ROAR) PUSSY-BOY NOT GETTING AWAY!
JACKSON: Oh my God, I’m not exaggerating folks when I say the trees bent over with the force of that voice! My ears are still ringing.
(LOUD THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD!)
JACKSON: Vogel’s running. My God, those huge legs just explode with muscle each time he takes a step. The ground is shaking, positively trembling at each foot fall. And he’s moving incredibly fast, too.
He’s caught up with Clement. He’s got a hold of the car. Oh my God, he’s stopped it!
(Sound of squealing tires)
I can see the tires spinning, see them smoking, and smell the burnt rubber, but those pylon arms and that impossibly thick, wide back are keeping it from moving.
VOGEL: Pussy-boy not getting away! Argh! Argh! ARRRGHHHHHHH!
JACKSON: Oh my God, he’s lifting the car. With those shifting tectonic plates of back muscle, he’s lifting it right off the ground!
VOGEL: (deep bellowing) SO AWWWWESOOOOME!
The driver’s side door is opening. Clement’s jumping out. I don’t think Vogel saw him.
CLEMENT: I’m going to get my dad!
JACSON: Clement’s running away. Clement’s father is a local Police Captain. The police station is right next door. I don’t know how this is going to go, but I’m sure it won’t be good! Oh, look at that, Vogel’s looking into the car.
VOGEL: PUSSY BOY’S GONE?!!!!
(deep growling and roaring and crunching of metal)
JACKSON: Oh my God, Vogel’s just squeezing the car, and it’s buckling. Those massive forearms are just bulging out impossibly huge, hard and cut as he crushes it with his mammoth bare hands.
VOGEL: HA HA HA CRUSH!
(Rending and ripping of metal)
JACKSON: Now, he’s ripping it apart. Gargantuan muscles bulging, he’s just tearing off huge chunks of metal and hurtling them for yards in different directions. The strength it must take to do that… The sheer raw, physical power… AHHHHH!
(thunk sound)
JACKSON: Oh my God, I’m hit. The car debris… It came at me so fast, like a mortar shell! I couldn’t get out of the way. My leg… it tore a gash in my leg. I’m bleeding. I don’t think it’s too bad…
VOGEL: NOOOO! HURT JACK!
(THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP)
JACKSON: Oh my god, he’s coming.
VOGEL: JACK HURT?
JACKSON: It’s not bad, really it’s not bad.
VOGEL: JACK BLEEDING…NOOOOOOoooooooooooo…
JACKSON: Jesus, Vogel’s shrinking. In front of my eyes he’s getting smaller and smaller and smaller.
VOGEL (voice normal): Sorry, Jack. I’m so sorry.
JACKSON: It’s alright. It’s not bad, really, it’s not. You can stop, you know, shrinking.
VOGEL: No, I can’t. I can’t control it like that.
JACKSON: Wow, you’re right back down to where you were.
VOGEL: I know. I know. It sucks. It really sucks. But I’ll get big again. Now that I know I can, I’ll figure out a way and I’ll get back there.
CAPTAIN CLEMENT: What the hell is going on here?
CLEMENT: It’s him dad, Terry Vogel! He trashed my car!
CAPTAIN CLEMENT: Him? Are you sure?
CELEMENT: Yeah, positive.
CAPTAIN CLEMENT: That car’s in pieces, son. What’d he use? A sledge hammer? He doesn’t look like he could lift a sledge hammer.
CLEMENT: No, it was him, dad, I swear. He’s some kind of freak!
CAPTAIN CLEMENT: Young man, did you do this to my son’s car?
VOGEL: Ah, yeah… yeah, I did.
CAPTAIN CLEMENT: Do you have any idea how much that car cost me… I mean a car like that costs?
VOGEL: I think so.
CAPTAIN CLEMENT: That’s criminal vandalism, boy. I think you need a lesson on how to respect other people’s property. How old are you?
VOGEL: 16.
CAPTAIN CLEMENT: 18?
VOGEL: No, 16.
CAPTAIN CLEMENT: I heard 18, didn’t you son? 18?
CLEMENT: Yeah, dad, 18.
CAPTAIN CLEMENT: I’m taking you right down to county where you can spend the night in a nice cell with a group of big hairy men who will be only too glad to make the acquaintance of such a pretty young boy as yourself.
JACKSON: Ah Captain, I don’t think that such a good idea.
CAPTAIN CLEMENT: And who the hell are you?
JACKSON: Jack Jackson. I’m a witness. I saw the whole thing. Did you know your son tried to run this guy down with his car?
CAPTAIN CLEMENT: Now, why are you talking nonsense, Mr. Jackson? My boy wouldn’t do anything like that, would you, son?
CLEMENT: No, sir.
JACKSON: But I saw it.
CAPTAIN CLEMENT: I’m sure you’re a little confused. What you saw was probably a little high spirited, high school hi jinks. I’m sure it wasn’t anything serious.
JACKSON: No Captain, I’m telling you… Why are you taking out your nightstick?
CAPTAIN CLEMENT: I’m glad you know what it is. Do you know what it does?
JACKSON: I believe so.
CAPTAIN CLEMENT: ‘Cause if you don’t I’d be very happy to demonstrate, especially if you continue making slanderous accusations about my son.
JACKSON: I’m sure it was a harmless prank.
CAPTAIN CLEMENT: Glad you agree. Is that some kind of recording devise?
JACKSON: Yes, sir. I was recording an interview for WMRF, you know Marshfield Junior Collage.
CAPTAIN CLEMENT: I think you better give that to me. Now, come on Mr. Vogel, it’s time to introduce you to your big, hairy friends. I don’t know why you’re grinning, boy. This is not going to be fun. How do you turn this thing off?
(White noise)
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