"Classic eyesore suicide. I've seen it a hundred times" Detective Swash had his hands in his pockets and was shaking his head at the mess before them. "It's the industry's fault really. These poor kids come looking for fame and fortune, and they find alright, but not before it finds them.

Jam's fingers tapped on the cars dashboard impatiently as his mother wove the family minivan through the mass of No Dosers that had claimed the roads and pavements of the downtown area. She was still hopped up from the doctor's visit and shouldn't really have been driving with only one leg, but despite this, she seemed to be having a good time of it. 

"Dancing in the moonlight" she sang. "Everybody's...oh come on Jamster!

"Ashamed of your nation(!)(?)" They cry in unison. One making a statement. One a question. 

Feeling confused, I press further. 

"Why would I be ashamed"

"Exactly!" - Ken

"Why wouldn't you be!" -Kev 

"Look what we've done!" - Ken

"Exactly!" - Kev

Then I get to thinking about it some more 

I wouldn't mind that gig 

Post flight baggage inspector

Quite the ring to it 

Bet they'd be keen for flexibility 

See the world 

Inspect some bags