A conversation that recently took place in the East Bay:
Chip Dipson: Hey, the trash people wouldn’t take all of this junk.
Dip Dopson: Why don’t you just go dump it somewhere?
Chip Dipson: Ehhh… I don’t like to litter.
Dip Dopson: Let me litter then. I was going to go throw this wood palette into the Bay anyway.
Chip Dipson: A palette you say…
[A short while later, Chip appears with the below]
Dip Dopson: Ok. You’ve created . . . something.
Chip Dipson: I’ve created a solution. What we’re going to do is take this over to Berkeley and leave it somewhere. I get rid of these un-get-rid-ables, you don’t have to dump into the Bay, and Berkeley gets a new piece of art. EVERYBODY WINS.
Dip Dopson: You magnificent bastard.
Chip Dipson: Pull the Scion around. We’re out of here.