Pallas’ Cat threatened the natural order of things. That is to say, preferring chalets to shacks and cutlets to cut rate.
“You say we’re on a road to nowhere,” Cypriot Mouse pointed out, “but that’s where taking the high road sometimes gets you.”
Corsac Fox checked his boots, belts, and bullets before climbing into the saddle. “Now, to the Volga we ride! If that’s okay with you, da?”
Romanian Hamster paused a moment to reflect on current exchange rates. “Meh.”
“Magic beans?” After a few minutes Alpine Marmot returned to the table. “No, but I have some asparagus that will do you wonders.”
Barbary Ape considered his options. “If only I some business to take me to Seville.”
“I’ve never dropped acid but,” Taiga shrew adjusted his goggles, “I did spill some bicarb in the foyer.”