"Umm..." [gulp] "Here's fifty bucks, ugh, don't hurt us."

"Aah shit guy, I'm just fuckin' with ya, cuz you're easy to fuck with." said Roberson.

"Eh Robers' you ole dog! Always fucking around!" said Ted.

"So... whatsup? ya pieces of shit?"

The crew smiled and laughed-- each one thinking "Oh god, we've gotta hang out with this asshole now?"

"Well, since you killed old man Johannesen, can you at least give us a lift?"

"Fuckin A, Shit yeah, I think I could hang with you fuckers for a while," exclaimed Roberson in his best Stiffler voice, contorting his face, looking half-constipated and half-insane.

The crew piled into the car... and just as the big ass engine came to a roar, there was a barely audible and wheezy: "Wait!"

It was old man Johanessen. He was alive and (umm) Well!

"Johanessen, you ole goat. Get you wrinkly ass in here!" exclaimed Roberson. And they all tore outta there.