~b~Chan~w~~n~Huang, we're gonna be famous! Or, more correctly, infamous.
~b~Chan~w~~n~...which I guess I already am, but at least you get to play catch-up.
~y~Huang~w~~n~What crap are you talking about?
~b~Chan~w~~n~I'm talking about - Lights! Camera! Action!
~b~Chan~w~~n~This reporter chick I know is making a fly-on-the-wall TV documentary all about the drug trade, but from our perspective.
~b~Chan~w~~n~Crazy isn't it?
~y~Huang~w~~n~If you've agreed to take part in it, then yes you are even more crazy, or more accurately, stupid than I thought.
~b~Chan~w~~n~Typically you're not seeing the bigger picture, Huang.
~b~Chan~w~~n~When the Tongs hear I'm the TV show's Mr. Big, they're gonna be in awe of me.
~y~Huang~w~~n~Yeah, like most successful criminals, they love nothing more than publicity. Maybe you could send them signed photos from your prison cell...
~b~Chan~w~~n~Show a little faith, Huang. Our names won't be mentioned, and our faces will be blurred out.
~b~Chan~w~~n~The Tongs will still figure it out of course. I mean, they won't know, but they will know... You know?
~y~Huang~w~~n~No... No, not really.
~b~Chan~w~~n~Well, I do. And that's kind of why I'm the boss.
~b~Chan~w~~n~Get over to the holding compound in Hove Beach and retrieve her TV van. She's had a little trouble with a parking violation.
~b~Chan~w~~n~Once you've got the van, take it over to her in BOABO. Trust me, buddy, this is going to be a great time for all of us.
~b~Mel~w~~n~Hey! You got my van back! Cool! ...You must be Chan's guy, Huang. I'm Mel.
~y~Huang~w~~n~Chan's guy? ...Not exactly, but whatever. How come your studio didn't get your van back for you?
~b~Mel~w~~n~Studio? I'm independent! I report what I like, when I like, how I like. The shit I make is art. You can't fence me in with studios.
~y~Huang~w~~n~So you're broke and desperate?
~b~Mel~w~~n~I'm a citizen journalist. And an artist. But only until I sell out to a major TV network. Hey! You could be the star of my show!
~y~Huang~w~~n~If your show is about the time you annoyed someone so much they drowned you in the West River, I'm down to star. Otherwise, no thanks.
~b~Mel~w~~n~Don't worry. I'll arrange everything. See you soon!
~b~Chan~w~~n~The only kind of fame that matters - being on TV without having any talent and calling yourself a star.
~y~Huang~w~~n~...immediately before they have someone chop you into tiny pieces. You fucking idiot.
~y~Huang~w~~n~There is nothing in this earth more annoying than people who work in the media.
