Mandi: Penguin, I guess. He must have seen Sean and ran for his life.
Jenny: Maybe he looked at it the way he looked in that picture you took of him walking around the streets of San Diego?
Mandi: Do you suppose Penguins are happy that they live in such a temperate place like San Diego or are they pissed that there's no snow?
Jenny: We could just move them to work. It's so cold there that we get sick. Like a lot. I know where the controls computer is, and they're teaching me more and more every day. Pretty soon, I tell you. Fuckers are going DOWN.
Mandi: Indoor penguins. The other ones must not be housebroken yet.
Jenny: Nah, these are the trouble makers. They can't be trusted outside. This is penguin jail. They must not have been to any of the sixteen bail bonds places within walking distance of the convention center. I always wondered about that. You think that the fight between the skinny guy dressed in his Spiderman costume and the fat guy dressed up as Venom gets out of hand?
Mandi: At least I thought they were penguins. Do they look like penguins to you?
Jenny: Mixed company. Probably all the undesireables. They're kept in a balmy, 70 degree climate as punishment.
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