Echo

 

 

Oscar Wilde

You know what this Bus needs more of?

 

 

Toilet paper?

 

 

 

 

Functional heating?

Lenient highway patrolmen?

No.

 

 

 

 

Well, yes. But also, we need more hobbits. They're cute, they're cuddly, and they're small enough to crawl into the back of the storage compartments to retrieve my back issues of SPIN.

 

 

 

 

The only problem is, how do we get more?

We could set a trap.

 

 

But what would we bait it with?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dunno. A pint?

Not a good idea. The minute our backs were turned Bono would drink it. Then we'd have no hobbits and a drunk Bono.

There must be some other---

GAAAAAH!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It's the "Edge-Hog."

Not this again...

Bono hurt himself playing with my tool.

What happened?

I could try.

Well, hell, we're in the middle of the woods. Frodo, do you think you could find some athelas to treat Bono's cut?

You're both out of luck. We used the last of both of them after Bono tried to act out that scene from Matrix Reloaded when we were on the Interstate.

I've been called worse.

Not a chance. You hurt yourself out of stupidity. That means you get the hydrogen peroxide.

Get the Neosporin!

Bono! You're dripping blood all over my physics texts!

 

 

Okay, whatever, just hurry back.

 

 

George says he's going too.

Some of his buddies from college live around here.