"I don't know, Sans. Sometimes everything just seems so up in the air. For instance, the other day I was watching the news and I just couldn't you know? I watched everything happening around the world, school shootings, bombings, the sadness and I cried a little tear that my baby was gonna grow up in this sorta world, ya know?"
Sans could feel the heat rising, every word Howard spoke made the flames grow hotter. This. This was gonna be a rough one.
"Like, I made life. Me and my wife got together and made a beautiful daughter. Straight onto God's green Earth."
"I'll send my her my condolences." Sans deadpanned.
"What'd ya say?" Howard asked, for once looking up from the ground and the beer in his hand and to Sans. He didn't even give the skeleton a chance to answer. "Eh, anyway. I made a kid. And she's living in this hell hole and I can't do nothing 'fer it. Science ain't found out how to live on Mars just yet, you know."
"And the country just going straight to shit and I can't do nothin' about it. I'm just one man. I got big dreams. High dreams. Pie in the sky dreams, hehe. But one man with a big dream is just one man. And then I got to startin' thinkin'."
"God, help us all." Sans mumbled.
"But you know what Sans? I can still decide. And that's what this country's 'bout. Don't let them bigwigs in some big fancy house tell you what this country is about. You make your own way and make the world your own. That's whats real. That's America."
"Howard, stop."
"Goddammit Sans, this is America!"
"Howard," Sans snapped, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "All I asked was what did you want on your fucking burger?"