"I think. This is some two hour long joke being played on people who wanted a movie about strippers," was the only real conclusion Vinnie could offer, but his brain was practically a sieve right now. Every line of dialogue was going in one ear and out the other, and he could barely tell who wanted what, who did the thing, what was the point, fucking hell.

Oh boy, more plot was starting to happen. Or something. Whatever this plot actually was. Vinnie rolled his head back with a groan, and complained, "Can we put something else on, yet?"