Road Trip Volume 5

by thoughtsonthedead

113_inaction_std“No, Bob: this is not I-40.”

“Maybe it’s a ring road.”

“It’s not a ring roa–”

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH

“What the fuck, Weir?!”

“Did you see that thing?”

“A raccoon or something in the road.”

“I’ll shoot it!”

“Billy, don’t–”

SLAM

Kuh-CHICK

“OO-TEE-DEE!”

ZZZZZZZZZWHAMMO

“Bob?”

“Yeah, Josh?”

“Did we just get ambushed by Jawas?”

“Looks that way.”

“Should we help Billy?”

“Hell, no. He’s gonna come to in about ten seconds and be in a blind rage. He’ll tear us to shreds.”

“Sure. Hey, Bobby?”

“Yeah?”

“I think I don’t wanna be a Grateful Dead anymore. This is weird.”

“Shows are already booked. No way out.”

“Oh, Billy’s up. You should turn on the windshield wipers.”

“It’s not raining.”

“Blood.”

“Sure.”

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