Dane rubbed his hands together with glee. Oh, how he loved the little electronic boxes that spoke to you at drive thru.

"Hell yea." He replied. He waited until the awkward moment had passed, and said. "I’ll have one small smartie blizzard." More silence. "Is that all?" the voice asked. "NO!" Dane replied very loudly. He laughed uncontrollably for a period of 15 seconds.

Dana sweatdropped. Well, she would have if she were able to. Instead she just shook her head.

"I’ll have one minty hemmity hem hem." Dane added.

"Excuse me?"

"You know, one of those mint green mofo’s." He said.

"That’ll be 5.78 please drive thru."

"YEA!" Dane yelled into the speaker and started The Beast back up. He drove slowly to the pick up window and peered in, monitoring the activity of the horrible abused and underpaid workers as they busied themselves with making ice cream.

He wiggled around in his seat and looked at Dana with a confused expression. "So, why did I have to pack this bag full of shit anyway?"

Dana shrugged. "I dunno. I just had a feeling something bad was going to happen. I hope you packed mint dental floss."

"Why??"

"So I can lick the flavour off." Dana replied as though it was the most natural thing in the world. She cast Black Dog a look that suggested her owner was completely insane.

"And if something bad happened, licking the flavour off of mint dental floss would help the situation?"

"Of course."

Their conversations would have went on for longer, if a huge black portal hadn’t opened up in front of their faces, right before their very eyes. It sucked The Beast into its huge gaping mouth as the two lovers screamed for their lives and held onto each other for life. Where was it taking them? Nobody knows for sure. Tune in next time…same time, same channel, same…ahh, fuck it.