Sara: Here are Chris and our intrepid cameraman, Ryan, scurrying away from the house in panic because some old fat guy yelled at us. Well, Ryan's afraid. Chris doesn't seem to know what is going on, but enjoys the view.
Chris: We make a less than speedy egression from the premises as an uppity neighbor asks us to " . . . get the fuck out of here." The previous was accompanied by an exceptionally immature gesture. Some of us did not quite hear this preposterous demand as the orator was quite a soft-spoken "gentleman." Interestingly enough, we would most likely have received a similar welcome if we had entered the current town hall.
Casey: Normally, I'd point out that I'm the furthest away from danger, but Sara's already in the car.