First the evildoers' van, now the abomidog.
"What'm I even wastin' fuel for? Reckon next up is Chitty Chitty damned Bang Bang," he muttered under his breath.
His windows were cleaning themselves, and the animal was floating beside them. Karasu was acting cool as a damned Japanese cucumber, but he could see strain on her face. "Jist dump it inna trunk," he suggested, indicating the open boot with a jerk of his unshaven chin. "An' hell yeah, you can give the rest o' them lollygaggers a little comealong we'll all be a mite better off."
In his side mirror he could see flames emerging from where Rick had been buried in foam...<<Rick, baby, that fire ol' Al's seein' a good thing or a bad thing?>>