Jamey: *pacing around*

Faz: *yawns stretching from the bed* Hm? *looks at Jamey* What's wrong?

Jamey: I'm... I fear for my people. Did you know there's so many homeless people? I met a guy at a stand. I couldn't tell he was poor until I got a good look at him, His hair was messy, he had torn clothes.

Faz: wow.

Jamey: He has a kid! He was really nice to me and then I looked around and there were even more homeless people. Was my Father blind? Is he still blind?!

Faz: well... why don't you do something about it?

Jamey: Me?

Faz: Yeah!

Jamey: I... I guess I could!