She and her boyfriend, Bale, are sitting by the campfire at a party on the lake, where some friends are spending Labor Day weekend. As usual, Bale has insisted that they try to have some fun, and as usual, Sucky cannot oblige.
"Oh for fuck's sake Sucky" Bill says impatiently. "What is it this time?"
Sucky responds with disgust. "The stench of burning meat, for one. Excuse me for having memories triggered by smell.... I mean, you haven't experienced public "people burning" like I have, so... believe me, this is what it smells like... ...and nobody even gets Labor Day! I mean, President Cleveland fucked over a railroad union, then he "apologized" by making you take a day off from work, but doesn't require it to be a paid holiday? Isn't that kind of a kick in the balls? Labor Day is supposed to be for supporting unions and celebrating strength in numbers... of course, if that were common knowledge then Labor Day would probably be repealed by Republicans, cuz, ya know, they don't want unions running around, protecting people's rights..."
"Well shit" says Bale, his eyes glazed over. "While you were bitchin' about politics, I was thinkin' about public execution."
One of these days, Sucky thinks to herself, I am gonna Kill Bale...
*Parody of True Blood and reference to Kill Bill, for props
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