“Look what Phil got me for Christmas!”
Human shield?
“Mickey’s making it through the next four years, man.”
I need the Grateful Dead to stop kidnapping or buying or stealing children to make into human shields.
“Jesus. You’re a downer. “Don’t buy monks, don’t buy midgets, don’t buy children.’ Who can I buy?”
No one. You cannot purchase humans.
“Even foreigners?”
Foreigners are legally human.
“Really?”
Yes.
“Always?”
Maybe not Belgians.
“Well, I wouldn’t even want to buy a Belgian. You know how much the VAT is on ’em?”
No.
“And so many safety regulations.”
Give the children back to their parents.
“I dosed their parents.”
Dammit, Mick.
Even Wavy Gravy got pissed when the tripping Grateful Deads would Crash Camp Winnarainbow.