As the rear hatch opened, Sheriff Talton climbed out. "That's not...we can't be at the train station already!"
Looking around, he shook his head in disbelief. "It's a 20 minute drive from the diner!"
"What took you so long Dice?" Agent Kenison was sitting on the hood of his Yukon.
"Yea!" Agent Dangerfield chimed in, "We thought maybe you got lost."
Agent Dice nodded toward Talton and Piccollo, both were leaning on his vehicle with wobbly legs and a disoriented, confused look.
"Passengers..." He lit a Marlboro then chuckled, "they haven't been acclimated to sonic overdrive, had to take my time."
A gurgling sound was coming from Piccollo's stomach, his mouth began to quiver and Talton was sweating profusely.
"Wait for it..." Agent Kinison wiggled his eyebrows with a look of anticipation.
"In 3...2...1" Agent Dangerfield gave the countdown.
Both the local lawmen dropped to their knees and began to projectile vomit.
"There - it - is, ladies an gentlemen!" Agent Diceman cracked his neck, spit to the side and took a backhanded drag from the cigarette.
"A newbie burp in genuine Technicolor!!!"
"I...I don't understand..." Sheriff Talton managed between heaves.
"Simple," Agent Dice shrugged. "The reason you haven't heard about us, or any of those uninvited visitors I mentioned?..."
Waiting until the sheriff looked up, he continued. "That reason is simple: we do our FOOKIN' job, and were good at it!"
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