Bill: That cow's been there for 70 years, Frankie. 70 years. Never seen anything like it. I'm telling you... Orson is under attack.
Axl: Wait. What?
Frankie: Oh, my God. Didn't you hear? Somebody targeted the Orson cow, knocked it right off its pedestal. They found it just lying on the ground.
Axl: Wow.
Brick: Weird.
Bill: I'm telling you, it's the beginning of the end. You heard about the trouble they had in Jasper, right? Watch out 'cause Orson, yeah, it could be next.
Mike: Next for what?
Bill: Exactly, Mike. We don't know. I mean, this was clearly a coordinated operation planned and executed in the dark of night.
Mike: Who would want to attack Orson?
Bill: Just last week, I saw a guy with a dirty backpack hanging outside the Tastee-Freez, yeah.
Mike: Oh.
Bill: Now, could be just a guy walking across America for charity, or could be a bad element. We don't know.
Frankie: Well, the Orson Patch put their best reporter on it. Pulled him off the leaf-blower exposé to go full time on this. That's 15 hours a week.