Damn it, you miscreant.

I understand.

Oh yeah.

The tax man packs, man.

Oh, so um is there somewhere else?

We could talk about this?

Uhh no, we're gonna talk about this right here?

Okay, says file that you only paid part of your taxes for last year.

That's right.

It's like only 78%.

she did it on purpose.

Yeah.

So you must've been expecting an audit.

Um I was expecting a fine or a sharp reprimand.

A reprimand.

This isn't boarding school.

MS pascal.

You stole from the government?

No, I didn't steal from the government.

I just didn't pay you entirely MS pascal.

You can't just not pay your taxes.

Yes, I can can if you want to get audited only if I recognize your right to audit me.

Mr Crick.

MS pascal.

I'm right here auditing you, but now I have to go over your past three years return to make sure that's all.

You haven't paid fine.

Really?

You know, it's not fine.

Listen, I'm a big supporter of fixing potholes and erecting swing sets and building shelters.

I am more than happy to pay those taxes.

I'm just not such a big fan of the percentage that the government uses for national defense, corporate bailouts and campaign discretionary funds.

So I didn't pay those taxes.

I think actually I sent a letter to that effect.

With my return would be the letter that begins.

Dear imperialist swine.

Huh?

Miss Prescott?

What you're describing is anarchy.

Are you an anarchist?

You mean?

Am I a member an anarchist group?

Yes, anarchists have a group.

I believe so, sure they assemble?

I don't know.

Wouldn't that completely defeat the purpose?

It was difficult for Harold to imagine MS pascal as a revolutionary.

Her thin arms hoisting protest signs, her long shapely legs dashing from tear gas.

Harold wasn't prone to fantasies.

And so he tried his best to remain professional but of course failed.

He couldn't help but imagine MS pascal stroking the side of his face with the soft blade of her finger.

He couldn't help but imagine her immersed in a tub, shaving her legs and he couldn't help but imagine her naked stretched across the track bed.

Mr Crick!

Yes.

What is it?

You're staring my tits?

Uhh I don't think I was, I don't think I would do that if I was, I can assure you, it was only as a representative of the United States government.

Sorry, I'm just having issues today.

So, I'll be back on a on Tuesday, Harold suddenly found himself beleaguered and exasperated outside the bakery shut, cursing the heavens in futility.

No, I'm not cursing you, you stupid voice shut up and leave me alone.

Yeah.

Mhm.

Yeah.