X: What type of things do you think we’ll see in the city?

Y: Prisoners.

X: What? Do you mean I should bring my knife?

Y: Why on earth? They aren’t criminals!

X: But you said they are prisoners.

Y: Prisoners of ideas!

X: Oh. That doesn’t sound too threatening

Y: Don’t be foolish, it is the most threatening of all things.

X: Well, will they be bound?

Y: As in chains?

X: Yes, and collars and cuffs.

Y: Why on earth? They can’t move! They’re prisoners.

X: But they are outside?

Y: And inside, always.

X: Are there walls to the city? And bars?

Y: If there were, how would we get in?

X: But how else would the prisoners not get out.

Y: I told you, they can’t move. Besides they aren’t violent. They’re just like you and me.

X: Then we too are prisoners?

Y: God, yes! Now lets go, we’ll be late.

X: Shouldn’t we alert the guards?

-Patrick Conners Jr. 2/22/12