"Zeppo can fix it," said Malc.
Zeppo and Moon were waiting a little way ahead. They seemed to be a bit fresher than I was. And a bit more relaxed. For instance, they were smoking one of those funny cigarettes. "No thanks," I said. "I'm way ahead of you. I'm already hallucinating."
Zeppo put some oil on my chain and tried to loosen the stiff link, while Moon pointed to the steep hill two bogs away. "We call that monster Alien." he said. I nodded, but not appreciatively enough.
"Want to know why?" asked Moon.
"It eats your guts."
"Eats 'em," Zeppo said, laughing.
"Eats 'em right up," added Moon.
I was beginning to wonder why these guys wore helmets. There was obviously nothing to protect. "Let me at the Alien." I said.
Zeppo and Moon thought that was pretty damn funny, and we took off howling, everyone's mood much improved. My chain began slipping again partway through the first bog. When I got off to push. I sank in up to my knees. "Malcolm, don't you know any roads around here?" I said.