...MPD and a road trip. The fun it can bring! n_n In other words, I wrote a short script out of boredom.

Daniel: Why are we in Montana?

Dae: I told you you should have given me the map!

Khelek: Well, we’ll just have to make the best of it.

Dae: What is there to do in Montana?

Khelek: Umm… there are cows, I think. We could go cow tipping!

Dae: That’s a little adolescent, Khelek.

Khelek: Yes, and we’re adolescents.

Dae: That doesn’t mean we have to act like it!

Daniel: Okay, then… I guess I’ll pull over.

Khelek: No matter how we act, we’ll be doing so as adolescents because we are.

Dae: (pause) So now you’re going to get smart?

Daniel: Excuse me sir, could you tell me how to get back onto the Interstate? We’re trying to get to California.

Local: Sure… just take this road back a few miles and turn left at Billy’s Tavern. Then follow that road until you come to Froesen Lake. You should be able to find it from there.

Daniel: Thank you.

Local: No Problem. Y’all drive safely.

Daniel: We will.

Khelek: …therefore, I win.

Dae: No, you don’t win an argument by saying “I win.”

Khelek: Oh really? Prove it.

Daniel: So, left at Billy’s Tavern…

Dae: You prepubescent– wait, Tavern? Isn’t Montana a dry state?

Khelek: Well, it looks rather dry to me.

Dae: (sighs) Why haven’t I killed you yet?

Daniel: Okay, there’s Froesen Lake…

Khelek: I think it’s a little hot for a lake to be frozen…

Dae: Not literally, you mush-head!

Khelek: How do you know?

Dae: Aiya! Why haven’t you drowned yourself in the shower yet?

Khelek: (matter-of-factly) I don’t take showers.

Daniel: And there’s the Interstate. Where do we go now!

Khelek: The map says to go down.

Dae: How many times were you dropped on your head as a baby? We can’t go down! It’s got to be south.

Khelek: Eighteen times, thank you. But the map says down. See?

Dae: Oh spare me this tomfool—you have got to be kidding me…

Khelek: I told you.

Dae: That’s the last time we buy a map from a man in a straightjacket!