[ IP ] Escape from New York

*Dust scatters in the air, incorporating into the already thick debris. In the distance, a large rectangular shaped poster is displayed hanging on the once standing Statue of Liberty's torch. The only discerning graphic on the daunting image, are the numbers 2-0-1-6. Directly in front of the fog of debris, figures resembling humans travel aimlessly. 
 
 `` You know for a lady with no ass, she's pretty hot...'' 
 
 `` She's out of your league, bud. Big, green, and beautiful over there already has her heart set on sinkin'.'' 
 
 `` I would n't mind taking a dip in her bath!'' 
 
 `` Yeah, you and the other millions of shitheads like you. Heard the bastards over in the city do some kind of satanic shit up there. On top of the queen's fucking stick, they Just jumpin' right off one after the other. Like fucking frogs!'' 
 
 `` Do n't mention those guys, they give me the shittiest nightmares on the already long list of shitty nightmares. I mean i ai n't scared of them or anything. I bet I could beat one in a fight, but fuck man, what do i do if one pulls down his knickers and tries to get me to join in on `` celebrating mother.'' I cant just hit a fucker who thinks his duty is to jump off a fucking high ass place like dat, can i? That shits just fucked.'' 
 
 `` Thats fucking ugly, my biggest shitter would be wakin' up to that.'' 
 
 `` FUCK!!! Guys can we focus on getting out of this fucking fucked place!!?? Always stupid shit with you jackasses!'' 
 
 ``...'' 
 
 `` So whats your shittiest shitter, bud?'' 
 
 `` Staying alive for the next five minutes of this conversation'' 
 
 ``...'' 
 
 `` sigh.. If you really wan na know -and remember, you asked-, when i was a young', i used to love seeing this big ol' fucked up mess of a city. You know, back when it was n't a shit storm. I used to go to the park with my dad. An old guy this one. 
 
 `` You do n't see those kinds around anymore.'' 
 
 `` You gonn' let me finish?'' 
 
 ( Silence creeps ) 
 
 `` He used to tell me stories about the city when they were still buildin' the damn old buildings i see here layin' across ths grey field righ here. I loved them. I could n't believe how much work was put into them. I mean over hunned men would just climb these things. These giants! And nail shit on as if was n't a damn problem for them. To them, it was nailin a fuckin' door. It was just an amazing sight! You know what i mean? My biggest fear? I'd say it'd be witnessing the shit i'm seein' now.'' 
 
 `` Man, that shit was like fuckin' real! You must be fucking shitting your pants wakin' up to this depressing shit, son.'' 
 
 `` Yeah, well I'm fucking fearless now.'' 
 
 ( A continuous supply of dust trails further into the ever growing fog, beyond the city and beyond the sky ) 
 
 `` Yeah, Thanks Trump''
