It was horribly politically incorrect but Billy started cracking up so hard at the fake accent he had to stop wheeling for a second. 'Loonch.' God, he couldn't breathe. "People call me all kinds of things," he said, undaunted. "Half my life is an inside joke." Though maybe that half wasn't funny, he mused, silently.
They went down the elevator and out into the sunshine again. Billy enjoyed being out in the sunshine; it improved his already positive mood quite a lot. People underestimated the effect of sunshine.
"Alright, but I gotta go pretty soon." He was going to time it so that most of the traffic was gone, and honestly he would have liked it if he wasn't quite this bad off, but he drove here and he was going to damn well drive back.