Miller nearly choked on his food. When he could breathe again and he'd chased the meatball sub with Coke, he said, "What is it kids say these days? Challenge accepted?" It wasn't the throat spiders he was looking forward to, although if Ray was talking about them, it'd probably be interesting to listen, but everything else. The venue. The participants.
The orator.
With his meal scarfed down in record time, Miller crumpled up the wrapper and his napkin, and returned them to the plastic bag that was doubling as trashcan for the moment. "Okay, I've been thinking about this ever since Pete put in the order and I have to ask. Why a 1959 Cadillac Miller-Meteor Futura Duplex? Is it a fast car? An expensive car?" The price it was going for in Night Vale was no guide; at the Car Lot, all vehicles were valued exactly the same.