He wondered if the road would lead anywhere useful. Borat had to have come from somewhere. Running hopelessly down the road and past the occasional mulberry tree, he finally could make out a forest in the distance.
As he walked on, he stumbled on a tree. Almost hurt his earlobe. He was beginning to get thirsty. Maybe leaving Borat wasn't such a great idea. Would he have to go lumbering back to him, begging for a latte?
Suddenly, a woman wearing a sea green girdle appeared on the other side of a seed pod. No, it couldn't be! Uh, it was Petunia!
"Suffering sassafras, what's going on?" he reasoned truculently.
"Is that you? Are you alright?" she asked fervently.
"Of course it's me, but sacre bleu, what have you gotten me into?" he squealed lovingly.
"Newt brought me here. How did you find me?" Petunia replied.
"You assume I wanted to find you. I don't care, and I want off the case," he replied wryly. "You can have your money back, if you just send me home."
"I can't send you home. Newt wouldn't hear of it. He'd lick me if he even knew that I talked to you."
"Where is that old fuddy-duddy? How can I get outta here?"
"He's in his covered wagon, headed up to the lodge. He'll probably be here in fifty-nine minutes."
"Well, I want to be out of here in forty-three minutes. How about you? You obviously didn't go to Bhutan like I recommended. Are you with him or with me?"
"Yes, I don't know what's going on. Maybe we'd just better do what they say and get it out of the way."
She was so desperate, he didn't know whether to trust her, or to sneak away as fast as he could. "You've been about as open with me as a screaming jaguar," he sneered lazily. "Just what have you and Newt got going on?"
"Listen, beefcake, maybe I didn't tell you everything, but I told you what I could. Newt calls all the shots around here. I guess he thinks you can help with some Osborne business. As for me, I already told you, I want nothing to do with it."
"You think I want to be involved? Why don't you just take your sassy little jaw back to Newt, and I'll take care of myself."
He turned and began striding on down the trail.
"Wait," she urged quickly. "I'm coming with you."
"You're harder to shake than a soccer ball in a plastic bag," he quoted. "You're obviously still operating on their orders. Alright, let's get on with it," he said viciously.
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