Naomi Watts informs Tinkerbell that she (though dance-trained) is not the mystery entertainer. What Ms. Watts has heard is that a promising unknown has been found. (Ms. Watts, though she LOOKS no older than 23, is closer to 40.)
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Meanwhile, Emmett's brother Jake, despite a traffic tie-up occurring when the TDL server jammed up for the second or third time in a day, rides his new motorcycle to a sporting goods store. He and Emmett have decided not to try at this time to replace their missing revolvers and rifle, because of their awareness of current events. The brothers are VERY aware that numerous members of the Change Party, although THEY always have armed bodyguards to protect THEM, argue that citizens who aren't cool celebrities have no right to be able to defend themselves against predatory criminals.
But since shotguns are so far not under any such attack as handguns or even rifles, the brothers have decided to purchase a second double-barrelled twelve-gauge similar to the one Lady Inkling gave them, so ammunition will be interchangeable. Jake selects a suitable weapon, and buys plenty of shells, mostly buckshot.
On his way home, Jake is intercepted by a crowd of paparazzi. One shouts, "Jake! Jake Silverado!"--being an ignoramus who doesn't realize that this is not the brothers' last name. "Is it true that your brother Emmett lured a poor sweet innocent fashion model into an affair, promising to marry her, then cruelly dumped her for an Irish dancer?"
"No, it ain't," retorts Jake. "If'n you city slickers mean who I think y'all mean, she's the one some call Queenie, right? Blonde iceberg, like Marlene Dietrich, only better-lookin', _almost_ as good-lookin' as Naomi Watts?" Meeting a chorus of agreement, Jake adds, "I'll bet even SHE weren't liar enough to make up that story you just yapped at me; and y'all wouldn't believe the truth about her if I did tell ya. But Emmett never had no affair with her, not even a picnic nor ice cream social; and he don't want none. If y'all are pals of hers, you can tell her that Emmett says a beautiful rattlesnake is still a rattlesnake." He guns his motorcycle, making it clear that he wants to be on his way.
Another reporter, matching Ghost's description of the one who had fronted the phony protest incident at The Octopus Garden, now sneers, "So your brother is AFRAID of a woman, is he?"
Jake restrains himself from getting off the motorcycle and busting the man's jaw. "Caution ain't the same thing as bein' yellow, dude. Emmett and I already know that Miss Magic Model ain't--that she don't have, um, certain unfair advantages no more. But we also know she's got herself a NEW advantage to make up for that: she's got YOU coyotes! When Isaiah wrote 'bout folks callin' evil good an' callin' good evil, he had YOU city-slicker journalists in mind. Like that there Reuters Agency, callin' terrorists 'freedom fighters.' If Emmett or me so much as frowns at that gal, some of you'll make up stories 'bout us harassin' her or some such. But she _ain't_ welcome at the Gunslinger Steakhouse; an' we got us a bouncer there who _won't_ get libelled as an abusive male for pitchin' Queenie out into the dirt--'cause our bouncer is a gal her own self!"
With that, Jake begins moving the bike insistently forward. Soon the paparazzi are behind him.