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Nick:
Back at Primm Jay claims that his step-mom handles like
a "fucking Ferrari." That's pretty cool.
We have a theory. The bus doesn't run on diesel. Instead,
it gets power by sucking the life out of people. Half of us are
sick. Three quarters of us are homicidal. We are now planning to
capture new people to be servants to the bus. Preferably, they
will be hot blonde chicks-- they can suck our life blood too. But
beggars can't be choosers.
We'll probably have to settle for a few degenerate gamblers
without any teeth. I guess the whole toothless thing could work
out alright. I don't think we're at the point that we'd let
degenerate gamblers go down on us, but we're close. Speaking of
degenerate gamblers going down on us, where are Wayne and Tom?
Primm, 7:20 Tom:
Tom is not a degenerate gambler, and he is not going down on
anyone in this bus. Although Nick is cute, he won't lend
me any chapstick and that makes the prospect of smoking proctor pole
even less appealing than normal.
I got back to the bus a few minutes late with Wayne and Frank.
Wayne & I made a lot of bank, Frank broke even. No sooner do I get
back in the bus when the casino security patrol shows up. I go out
to see what is up cuz everyone else is drinking. The dude says
there's an APB out for a stolen bus, number 847. Our bus happens
to be number 4872. Good cop instincts, bad cop dyslexia.
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