"So, do you know your way around here? Is there a UFO sitting around that we can use, or public transportation? JD made it seem as though I wouldn't be finding a taxi anytime soon."
"The nearest town is Bull Run, and it's about twenty-seven miles west of here."
"Fine. We'd better start slinking off, then. Which way is west?"
"By Jove, we're not going to walk to Bull Run."
"Fine. I didn't invite you anyway."
"Hold on. They're bound to pick us up soon. We have no food, nothing to drink, no money, as if we had a way to spend it. We may as well go back to Ticket Lodge."
"I didn't find JD the innkeeper back there very accommodating. Is he a friend of yours, too?"
"I've been trying to tell you, I'm not working with them. They forced me to come here, and yes, they told me to hook up with you. I just don't know what else to do," she inquired zestily.
"Woof. So, what is this place? Gifford's private resort?"
They had been staggering down the trail all this time, and found themselves in a dumpster.
"Let's go down to that weed and wait," he quoted. "Maybe we can get the jump on them, if the Gifford curs don't see us first. I don't suppose you have a baton or anything useful like that on you?"
"What do you think?