dick suttle, the driver.
yessir.
it's an intercom speaker system. you can get and give instructions to and from the rear of the vehicle.
you push the power button but if you've got the volume turned up.  bradley pushes the power button. the system squawks loudly and then creaks tinnily. speakers blown.
 you'll blow the speakers. sheeeit.
uh, yeah. i'm the full time driver.
what? why?
we'll never make it. stop! it's a close fit but the airstream just survives a brush with a burm. the truck peels away with airstream in tow.
it's.  it's not safe to go over 65 with this much load! the speedometer reaches 80. the engine screams.
yer burnin' up the engine! but bradley pays no heed.
don't!!!
ahhhh!! they're gone!!! bradley looks in the rear-view mirror, turns around and screams, too. without visual guidance.
yes!!!
well, uh.  adler jumps up and goes to the frig.
uh, uh, those were stocked for the governor. i don't think that he would approve of.  adler finds a plastic bag in the freezer and inspects it.
uh, uh, they're gone.
i don't know, uh, four, five hours. saunders, dejected, starts to move some of the trash from the couch. he sits down and moans.
yeah.
well, uh, chief garnett wanted me to tell you that the vehicle gets his seal of approval.  saunders' face begins to turn red.
and that he wants his chair back. if he was red before, now saunders is crimson. a ther- mometer dropped into boiling water.