When I die, I would like to go peacefully, in my sleep, like my grandfather. Not screaming in terror like his passengers.

Could have been worse. He could have spilled his beer.

Doc

A Tough And Tragic Decision Needs To Be Made.

The price per gallon now rivals your favorite cold beverage by the six. What is a poor boy to do? It is a quandry.

Well, it is a good thing I have some comfortable boots, because I have a thirst. Can you give me a lift to the Circle K?

Doc