yeah, i did. you ever seen a giant wolf on a bike? i had to get one custom made.

well now i regret telling you about my time as a space biker.

ahhhh, it's a cultural thing, man, you're, like, a space lizard, you wouldn't get it.

( growling in wolfish. )

yeah, y'know. a woman should sit and all?

that's why i don't participate in that shit, man. it's for girls.

( swearing back. )

yeah, yeah, and, like, in *many ways* . . . the language police of *ourselves*. woah . . .

i mean, isn't the point of this whole thing that we're the language police of, like, *each other*?

you can't say that word, dawg.

hey dude you might wanna delete this art is literally crukking missing???????

makes me feel young again, man. yo, things go bad, i'll go all big dawg and get us out real fast, promise.

hot though.

they're the, uh . . . the things, right? yeah, i feel like i know them . . . they . . . they died in the war.

time lord . . . ?

*valerie*? how do you know her?

uh, okay? well maybe go think about it then. i've gotta go find the mom of my kids.

uh, yeah, sure, hang on, i've got a poster. here. prolly working for someone else but, uh, you know her?

i get it. you're worried. we all are, hombre. we just gotta find her. this chick that took her, we've never seen her before, that's for sure.

lalo doesn't comment. artemis would.

he moves over. 'who'd you see her with? what was she doing?'

do you know who might've even wanted to take her? i mean, i guess she's got, like, enemies but it's not like she's ever bothered to talk about them with us.

well, i mean, it's . . .

you're, uh, art's friend, right?

there's no way this shit's gonna get any results.

alright, man. if you think this is gonna help . . .

i dunno. think you can resist it?

is an apartment a house or is it, like, just a *place*?

yeah, right. but, i mean, if *i* was gonna kidnap a princess i'd put her in the last place you'd look. which i guess would be the first place, 'cos that's too obvious, so it's the last place you'd look, but if that's right, then it's not the last place, it's the first, and what about *apartments*?

pfft, i never start with violence, dunno what you're talkin' 'bout. uh, yo, i'm just, like, spitballing here, but, uh, you think she mighta taken her to a *house* or somethin'?

i'm on it, dawg.

keep your hands where i can see 'em. ugh, how do we get crukkin' AUDIO on this thing??? ( banging the boxy monitor, the screen briefly flickering with lines of snow. )