"What can I say? I'm a giver. And I'm really, really not going to say anything about which parts of you are edible. Really. Scout's honor. Did I mention they kicked me out?" He smirked, and sprawled out onto his back, glancing towards Riley's trailer again.
"I swear, I'm starting to think he died or something. God, would that be awful. Hearing those cheesy pickup lines for the rest of eternity? And being dead throws half the classic pranks out the window; you just can't do 'em without a body. Er, without your target having a body. Speaking of, I wonder where I left mine." He looked around as if he expected the comatose young man he'd hijacked out of the hospital--'not like he'll mind', he'd insisted to Arkady--to come strolling towards them.