*** SPOILER ALERT ***

She: I have to pee.

He: I’ll stop here on this isolated gravel road to hell.

She: No, I’ll wait til we get to town.

He: Okay then.

She: Heads out behind the closed restaurant to pull trou and herninate beside a checkbook, a collapsed blue tarp, and an abandoned flip phone. Nothing to see here.

He: I NEED MEAT.

She: In that case, let us stop at this out of the way, isolated diner by the side of the gravel road to hell.

He: We need gas.

She: We just ate meat at that out of the way, isolated diner by the side of the gravel road to hell. You’ll probably have all the gas you need in another 20 minutes.

Strangely enough, the abattoir is open, and fresh meat is on the way!