Joy Ride: Dead Ahead Page #2

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to wear black in the desert.

- Tell that to the bedouins.

- I will.

Wait a minute. What's that?

Sweet.

What are we gonna do?

Bust right in, or what?

Looks like our luck's changing.

See you're good for something, jock.

Holy sh*t!

This mail's over a month old.

Anyone home?

- Hello!

- Hello!

Hello! Anyone home?

Hello.

-

- Still got nothing.

Nik?

Nik!

-

- Oh, my God. Oh, my God!

What is it?

What?

Oh, I'm sorry.

These are a b*tch to open sometimes.

- You think they'd fix that.

- We just busted down a door and broke a window.

What do you want to do next?

Set this place on fire?

Where are you going?

This place is empty.

Whoever lived here before hasn't lived here

for a long time. Bobby? Bobby?

- You scared the sh*t out of us.

- I'm sorry, baby.

Oh, gross.

These expired, like, a year ago.

Scooby snack?

Like Scooby Doo?

I thought you said therapy

helped your sister's control issues.

I told you that because I thought

you'd never meet her.

I don't see what the big deal

is. I think it's kind of sexy.

I'll show you sexy... later.

Later, later, later.

- Later, later, later.

- Creepy.

- All the phones are dead.

- Everything's dead here.

You know, this place has got to be one of those

weekend retreat slash meth-lab combo deals...

or something,

because this is pathetic.

- We should get out ofhere before sunset.

- I think we should go.

Check this out.

Wow, talk about valley of death.

Nice piece of real estate.

You know what they say.

Location, location, location.

Bobby, don't go any closer.

Don't worry.

I'll protect you.

- Let's get out of here.

- You wanna check out the barn?

Just what do you have in mind,

mister?

Oh, simply a wholesome appreciation

of early Western rustic architecture.

This place keeps getting

more and more charming.

Come on!

- You're suck a jerk!

- A**hole.

You scared me.

I'm down with the freaky, but-

This is just pushing it.

What is that?

- Wow.

- Our motherfucking salvation!

A 1971 Chevy Chevelle hardtop.

- It's an American classic.

- Dibs!

Oh, no wayl

Breaker, breaker, this is Captain Winky

looking for Pink Taco.

- You out there, R. T.

- Nobody uses C. BIs anymore.

Truckers do.

God is quite literally handing us this

fine automobile. Who are we to deny him?

You are not thinking about taking this car?

What if the owners come back?

We don't really know how long these people

are gonna be gone. They could be on vacation.

Or they could have died in

a freak combine/thresher accident. Who knows?

- I mean, come on.

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Oh, listen to that purr.

And it's full of gas. Hop in.

Let's take this b*tch for a ride.

Nobody's stealing anybody's car.

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