What? No, we can stop here. This is Bat Country.

Those words echoed in my head the entire time I was in the inky black. I lifted my head from the slowly heating red hood of the convertible. The sun was already 1/8th of the way up and the heat was intolerable. Sitting up was the worst part, since at least 15 pellets of mescaline rolled off the front of my shirt, onto the hood, and stopping on the dry ether rag. Well, it wasn't a rag, it was more of a throw blanket that we used for the ether. We used it so all three of use could inhale at the same time. I could've sworn I could remember what got us here. I'm sure it was a crash caused by the bats. Raoul was still slumped over the steering wheel, and Dr. Gonzo was sprawled over the back seat, with a lovely beer glaze over his bare stomach, dried by the rising heat. "You Samoan fool!" Raoul snapped as his head ripped off the wheel. "You and your countryman need to learn how to drive properly in the states! We almost got killed by your compatriot. What's your angle, huh?" Dr. Gonzo twisted over wildly like a crocodile in it's death roll. "Me and my compatriot? I'm a man with no country! AS your attorney, I advise you to keep your mouth shut about things you shouldn't know. That lizard that hit the windshield was dressed very dapper, you should be worried about that." I slid off the hood as they jousted. I leaned down and collected the dropped pellets and stuffed them in my pocket. "The lizard that was dressed very dapper? Are you mad, man? I thought you Samoans could handle the heat? What aren't you telling me, you foreign traitor?!" Raoul kicked the driver door open and fumbled across the sandy shoulder of the road, to the far side of the car. "Again, I advise you, as your attorney, to shut your mouth before you say too much in front of our third wheel over there." Dr. Gonzo points a dry, crooked finger at me as he pulled down his sunglasses with the other hand. "Where did you come from and who do you work for? Is it the lizard? He looked like he recognized us, at least Raoul. TELL ME!" Calmly, I grasped at the pellets that I had shoved into my breast pocket of my shirt. "Who do I work for?" I toss the mescaline at Dr. Gonzo and he drops behind the bench front seat of the car. "I'm Mr. Duke's photographer! You loonies drove us off just after the race started!"