digging ditches

A well dressed man speaks to a man in rags. This is what they said.

Rags- "I want to go to LA"

Well-Dressed-"You can't, you little shit, because I goddamn told you no, and that's final"

R-"New York, then"

WD-"Just get out of my face"

R-"But, I need answers and all you do is mess up my confidence"

WD-"Damn right, I do"

R-"Speak to me sometimes, get the message across"

WD-"You're a plebian. Just work for me, I own this state"

R-"You own nothing of man, or his existence. I shall shun your name forever"

WD-"Now, keep this in mind kid. You'll end up travelling the world all day, writing novels from imagination"

R-"Who told you that?"

WD-"I'm telling you that"

R-"How?"

WD-"Dig another ditch and I'll tell you."

R-"Piss off"

WD-"It's  true for I know the secret. It's in my doctrine.Get back to work."

R-"Punch me in the face first, I need to feel the pain"

WD-"Piss off. I need you limber"

R-"Then send me away"

WD-"Fuck no, get out of here. Those ditches ain't going to dig themselves"

R-"Well, I don't dig"

WD-"Then get the fuck outta of my face"

Rags runs offstage. Well  Dressed looks down at his pocket watch. Walks offstage.