As with all car rides, long running jokes develop--especially as omnisti is DMing a superhero RPG for us while the miles go by. Thus I tell you, knowing you will not understand, that we are in the clutches of Mittens, a 150-pound cat who lies on a bed of bones in Oakley, Kansas, and demands 59 cent giant Cheetos (which are sadly not a joke, but an alarmingly dildo-shaped fried thing available at the Mittens gas station) OR YOUR SOULS.
So we make the best of it, laugh a whole lot, and huddle like true gypsies around a cheap motel door while cursing the frozen lock. Below, a lonely, empty swimming pool fills up with wind and snow and the utterly black Kansas night.
O Dorothy, keep on down that yellow road. Don't look back--Kansas sinks her claws in deep.