"Hmmm... well he does look like a big one. And colorful, yeah - I'll give him that. But, well, a tad past prime wouldn't you say?"
"Not as bad as her... My, she is white, isn't she? Except where she's painted up and what are those markings on her back?"
"I think... uh... yeah... They seem to be tats my dear. I guess they're cute for a night, but the things get old, don't you gather?"
"What I gather is that she looks kind of kicked around... In fact I'm not sure she's still got a full load up of air. Kinda soft at the top. You know what I'm saying?"
"Well they sure seem a pair. But you tell me that someone actually paid for this used set? To perform in some sort of game that nobody here watches? How odd."
"Actually it's not odd. No... the game's got no place to insert advertisements, so no broadcaster's interested in putting it on."
"Well how's it do so well everywhere else?"
"Oh, they use taxes to run television so everybody pays to produce the games."
"What? Whether they're interested in them or not?"
"Uh-huh. So now that these two have faded from the free ride over there..."
"Somebody here's, like, paying for them?"
"Sigh... Well anyway... David's sure a big guy. Probably looked pretty hot once upon a time."
"I guess, but that's a lot of moolah to pay for hot."
"Yeah. Maybe it is time to tax the rich. What do you think?"
"I thought that back when Paris Hilton ran a red light or something."
"Whatever... Hey, you thinking they're gonna break out here?"
"Dunno: The public can erect an effective fence against manufactured celebrities. Remember Kelly Clarkson?"