Firefighter:
What's your name?
Lance:
Uh, Joe... John... uh, Joe-John.
Firefighter:
Your name's Joe-John?
Lance:
John-ston, Johnston. Joe.
Firefighter:
You wanna tell me what happened here?
Lance:
Uh, there was a fire, I dunno, I came by and it's... checkin out the fire.
Firefighter:
Well that lady uh, Mona? She said that you two were in the building together when the fire started.
Lance:
Yeah, she's a liar, cuz I dunno her so whatever, whatever she says is a lie, so...
Firefighter:
K, so you're saying you weren't in the building with that woman?
Lance:
No, not I! Aright, she started it, aright? Because she was like "I hate my job, I'm gonna burn this mother down!" And I said "You better not... you better not!"
Firefighter:
She said it was an electrical fire.
Lance:
It was. It was a total electrical fire, it was like uh, the switches had sparks comin out, and the sockets, and uh it was like the 4th of July, man!
Firefighter:
Why aren't you wearing your pants, Joe?
Lance:
I tripped, and uh then I had to take 'em off to run faster out of the flames... [coughing] I think I inhaled some smoke, will you excuse me one second, I'll be right back. [runs away in the background]
Firefighter:
[into walkie talkie] We got a sprinter. Five foot five, no pants, unkempt... portly.
