You slide the bag across the table. The hooded figure opposite of you peers inside and whistles. "Now, where in the hell did you find this?!" An eager hand pulls back the zipper while another reaches inside. Wet sounds emerge. "Eugh. Thawed. You know, if you're gonna be transporting alien guts, you're gonna want a little more than a backpack and a bag of peas."

"Hey, I was in a hurry," you shru...

"Wait, wait, wait, so you rented a manual knowing full well that neither of us know how to drive a stick?"

Despite the drunken drowsiness that plagued Mike's early morning, even he felt that such a thought was too stupid for Paul. That kind of optimism was rare and never went to Paul. Just once, Mike's tongue threatened to lash out the words, "You can't be that dumb, right?" But instead, his sh...