Thursday November 16, 2006
Narrator:Meanwhile, over 100 kilometers away.
Pronto:I think I'm thirsty enough, now. I'm about to pass out.
Nick:Okay. . . If yer gonna drink, I'm gonna drink, too.
Elf:Fine. We all drink.
Schlock:I found some reeds and made straws. Will that help?
Pronto:If I close my eyes maybe I can pretend you're just a fat, warm Camelbak.