Vic and Vinnie were sitting on top of the electric tower watching a squirrel cavorting around. They were hoping the squirrel got zapped. They were in the mood for some fried food. While they were watching and waiting they talked about food. It’s all vultures talk about. It’s all they care about.

“Vic, you’re getting to be a radical”, Vinnie said.

“No, I’m not getting radical. I just want my food a little fresher, that’s all. We eat stuff that’s been laying in the hot sun for days. Some of it is really ripe”, Vinnie said in his defense.

“Vinnie, that’s what we do. We clean up. we eat stuff no other creature could eat and survive. It’s our job”, Vic explained to Vinnie.

“Job? That’s our job? Now, what’s that say about us?”, Vinnie asked.

“Well, not a whole hell of a lot, to be honest with you”, Vic said.

“Yea. Where’s the squirrel?”