With apologies to Alan Moore.
Rorschach's Journal. October 12th, 1985
The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "Save us!"
And I'll look down and whisper "no."
The plot to the seaon finale of C.S.I.? No! It's merely the funk of fabulous Las Vegas:
Las Vegas officials are worried the stench of rotting garbage may drive tourists away from the downtown area.
There's also the problem of human waste.
Officials indicate some people are doing number-one and -two in alleys.
City officials are trying a chemical attack against the noxious odors.
City crews are spraying an odor-eating enzyme in the problem areas.
"Number-one and -two in alleys?" Where do these people think they are, New Orleans? The Vatican?
Unless you're an octagenerian who's just collapsed of a heart attack in front of the Mirage, you're not going to spend more than ten minutes outside in Vegas anyway. If you restrict travel to New York, New York and Excalibur, you never have to leave the underground tunnel system. Play your cards right, and you won't breathe outside air at all.
It is for this beautiful freedom that al-Qaeda wants to kill us all.
Everyone must've been preoccupied with their own Come lines.
Rotting garbage and human waste in the streets? Sounds just like Manila when I visited in the mid-'80s....
Las Vegas really doesn't want to have to endure that comparison.
Everyone must've been preoccupied with their own Come lines.
Pete, please tell me that was a typo...
Ever played craps? Come? Don't Come? Pass? Don't Pass?
It's a pun, son.
What's the big deal? I've crapped out lots of times in Vegas, and I didn't even go into an alley to do it. I did it right there on the felt-lined table, in front of God and everybody, and nobody complained.