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this the new hideout, jake? it shore is, clem. that posse will never find us in these here rocks. hope not. they're pretty good trackers, I hear. let 'em try. we'll just camp out here for the night. ok by me. say, pardner. I been meanin' to ask: what's that there fancy-lookin' gadget you got hanging off your saddle? this here? why it's what's known as a GPS device. a what? GPS. global positioning system. you see, it allows the low-orbit satellite to always know where I am. yessir, it's positively foolproof if someone needs to. . . uh, needs to. . . find me. did you just say what I think you said, clem? dammit, jake. I reckon this ain't such a great hideout after all. you know something? I miss the 19th century. I surely do. me too.

dude! did you catch something in that trap? I did! a rabbit! we're gonna eat tonight! so. . . you gonna cut it open? well, of course! and cook it over the fire! I'm sorry. I can't be a party to this. a party to what? eating? I can't stand by while you cut open a defenseless little bunny. how would you suggest I prepare it? can't we just cook it whole? you mean, throw it on the fire as is? fur and all? you'd eat that? well, no, but it would make me feel a little better. oh, well, sure. I mean, that's all that matters here. really? ok, just get out the peanut butter and jelly. you're not gonna cut that open too, are you? no, but I'm thinking of doing it to you. you can't be serious! not yet.

what'll you have? just a cup of coffee, thanks. that'll be a two bucks. geez. I remember when coffee was 25 cents. yeah, well, drink it slow. maybe it'll feel like two buck's worth. will it taste like it too? can't promise you that. thought not.

what're we doin' here, boss? it's the end of the line for our passenger. passenger? it's just you 'n me here. he's in the trunk. he is? I don't hear nothin'. he's beyond makin' noise. there's a shovel too. so? so get out and dig. why here? because this is where he ends up, that's why. got that? got it.

set up the equipment here, my boy. yes, herr doktor. now go sit in that chair. if my calculations are correct (and they always are), I am about to unleash a force the power of which the world has never before witnessed. really? let's see. I think I just push 'start.' ah. there we go. doktor! my chair is. . . vibrating! behold the pent-up fury of dark matter! you see, I designed your chair to attract non-baryonic particles! brilliant! I'm feeling. . . heavy! precisely! the mass of non-baryonic matter is hundreds of times that of a proton! it. . . is? indeed! we are about to forever alter the nature of all matter in the universe! we. . . are? well, at least the part you occupy, my boy. agggh! dok. . . ! hmmm. look at that mess. I should have brought a second assistant. very forgetful of me.

think they'll spot us here? nah. this is a perfect lookout. good. when they enter the valley, fire the rockets. they'll never know what hit 'em. this place will be better off without them too. can you imagine, preferring creamy peanut butter to crunchy? it's disgusting. our supreme leader is right: they're the scum of the earth. basically sub-human. well, we won't have to worry about them anymore. pass me a cracker, would you? you want peanut butter on that? sure. crunchy, right? are you kidding? extra crunchy! I'm not taking any chances. ha ha. good idea.

good morning, herr doktor, ah, my boy! come see! I am about to astound the scientific world! again? indeed! I've completed my study regarding the effects of wearing wool trousers on the sex life of rats! you would not believe what I found! I'm sure I wouldn't. the ramifications for the sexual potency of human males cannot be overstated! I wouldn't even try. unfortunately, no human subjects would wear wool in the desert. the short-sighted cretins! but rats didn't mind? the tailoring was a bit of a challenge, but they looked quite nice, actually. and the sex? what? oh, it was obliterated. those females wouldn't go near them. guess I'll stick to cotton. good choice.

this is your stop. time to get out. what? here? it's the middle of nowhere for chrissake. makes it the perfect spot. I suggest you start walking. why? what are you gonna do? well, I'm gonna start counting. yeah? and then? when I get to 20, I'm gonna start shooting. what? you can't do that! you shouldn't have pissed off the boss. 1. 2. no! wait! dammit! can I run? 3. 4. I think that would be a very good idea.

boss, that posse is closin' in fast. you got a plan? I do: we keep riding through this arroyo. come out the other side, we'll be long gone afore they figure out where we went. good idea, boss, except for one problem. yeah? what's that? this here's a blind canyon. only one way in, and one way out. you don't say? that's a fack. well sir, I wish you'd a-told me that before we led the horses all the way in, what with that posse breathing down our necks. I was fixin' to, but figured you knew what you were doin', bein' the boss and all. I guess that's natural. truth is, though, this is my first bank job. you don't say? you never mentioned that in the job interview. well, it is. and from the look of it, it's gonna be my last. that's just a darn shame. I truly thought this gang had potential. looks like it's the end of a rope for us, slim. a cruel fate, and I am sorry to hear you say it. that makes two of us, I'm sure.

man it is one hot day, isn't it. it is. I'm gonna go for a swim. good idea. where? right here. dude. you can't do that! why not? well for one, it's like a military zone here. and for another, you see those pump grates? you got any idea what they do? not really. toss my floaty to me when I'm in. I can't believe you're doing this. what the hell. I got no other plans. that's kinda obvious.

hey, floyd. back to work from the weekend? hi, Irv. yeah. I hate Mondays. me too. what's on the agenda for today? oh, gotta survey these mountains. do a lotta walking. ouch. that sucks. I'm in the office all day, doing paperwork, making calls. you lucky guy. yeah. none of that fresh air and exercise nonsense for me. you don't have to rub it in, Irv. sorry dude. yeah, I'll try and get over it.

good morning, ed. how's it going? fine, mark. except my bus is late. bus? you catch a bus here? yeah, the 8:15. can't understand what's keeping it. uh, ed, I don't think that bus runs here anymore. you're kidding! guess I'll have to hitch a ride. hitch? where? over there on the highway. highway? near here? yeah, you know, other side of that rise. oh that one. sure.

sir! the enemy is all around us! just keep firing, private. but sir! I can't see a thing! it's all so dark! is that so? yes sir! it's the fog of war, I guess! the senses can't cope! boy, you got a frog hanging off your helmet. a frog? on my helmet? oh! it's filbert! hey, get offa there! sir! whaddya know! I can see! the frog has lifted, as it were? it has! how about that.

how'd you get here? from over there. no way. nobody's ever come from there. And that's just the way I like it. figures.

you ever feel like you're inside of a dream, man? not so much, dude, why? I dunno. something about today, it seems like a dream. like I could jump off those rocks and not get hurt, because I'll just wake up. are you on something? this is like, reality, ok? how do you know that? maybe you, and all this, are just in my mind. your fucked up mind, you mean. yeah, probably. so you got any more? you want some? absolutely.

what are you doing, way out here? man, it's a floating world, and I'm floating in it. you're floating, are you? can't you see? and what is your chemical composition right now? oh, just the usual combination of fun subsidies is all. good for floating, I bet. definitely.

what are we doing here, paulie? you'll see. bring the package. we meeting someone? yeah, over behind that rock. anyone I know? don't think so. am I coming back? well, that's a good question. can I get a good answer? that depends on what you mean by 'good'

dude. did you catch something in that trap? I did! a rabbit! we're gonna eat tonight! you gonna cut it open? well, of course! and cook it over the fire! I'm sorry. I can't be a party to this a party to what? eating? I can't stand by while you cut open a defenseless little bunny. how would you suggest I prepare it? can't we just cook it whole? you mean, throw it on the fire as is? fur and all? you'd eat that? well, no, but it would make me feel a little better oh, well, sure. I mean, that's all that matters here. really? ok, just get out the peanut butter and jelly you're not gonna cut that open too, are you? no, but I'm thinking of doing that to you you can't be serious! not yet