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"Where are you?"
"I have no idea," I reply. "About 200 miles outside of Las Vegas." Glumly, I stare at the signs ROAD CLOSED and PRIVATE PROPERTY. "And I'm out of road."
Lars Arson pauses. "Are you going to Vegas?"
I associate Vegas with gambling, live shows, strippers and whorehouses. A colossal amount of effort and energy for which I have no interest. Rubbing my sore eyes, I am rewarded by some scratchy eyebrow stubble.
"I gotta rescue Sapphire," I says into the speakerphone, ignoring the question. "Do you know you long it takes for eyebrows to grow back?"
"You decided to rescue Sapphire? Really?"
"Yeah. My lease is running out, and I need help moving the sectional couch."
"You are rescuing Sapphire from an invading alien armada because you need help moving furniture?"
"Well you ain't gonna help move a sectional couch."
"True, dat."
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