"Is it wrong," David postulates while sipping on a very 'Irished up' coffee, "to suggest that we make a list of all of the people this guy took control of, rig up a vote system, and let you all choose just how he's punished?"

Because David's feeling like they need a new definition of collective punishment. This had all be so fucked up. And he was more than a little annoyed about that whole record store interaction he'd had to go through to help find this guy. The clubs hadn't been so bad, but that girl at the record store had a stupidly sharp eye.