Hey, Ameregin, said Giac, pulling up in an old rattletrap with a false gas tank, I just got here, over the "real" Thunder Road, with some of the best untaxed liquor you ever tasted. None of that oily, kerosene stuff, no sir, this is real. Try some.

Things must have been pretty rough here last night. I just saw a guy with faeries stuck all over his legs. He was covered with sludge and was lying next to a wench, er, winch. By golly, I think it was Spaw.