Wow! Las Vegas! I feel like I died and went to heaven!
Steady on, bro. It's a common-enough reaction. Have another swig of bourbon.
Whew! That's better. Hey, you know, I kind of expected Las Vegas to be all lit up with flashy neon lights, like in the movies. But it's actually kind of drab. I don't see any lights.
That most likely would be because it is eleven o'clock in the morning, oxy-dep boy.
Oh. So it's daytime? I get confused sometimes.
We'd better check into our hotel, before the sun fries what's left of your brains.
Can we go get some tacos before we find another hotel, Ed?
Sure thing, bro. Though I think the devastation has destroyed about half of the strip, I'm betting that there'll be plenty of available rooms in the remaining hotels when we come back from lunch.
My brother is taking a swim. Hey, aren't you that creepy guy from the other hotel?
I work at this hotel now. You tell your brother to get out of the fountain, right now!
But it's 115 degrees out, and the lifeguard at the hotel pool wouldn't let us in.
I don't care how hot it is. There's no swimming permitted in the fountain. And for heaven's sake, put on some pants, both of you! This isn't California, you know.
Well, you better make it last. The booze costs money here, and we're broke. Some King paid for this.
A real King? Ooh, I should go thank him.
I don't think so. Looks like he's got his hands full, dragging his wife out the door.
Ooh. I saw her earlier. She was drinking bourbon from the bottle with a big straw, and doing high kicks on a table. She kicked a security guard in the eye.
But you behaved yourself, right? We don't want any repeats of the incident at Grandpa's funeral. Those stained glass windows were incredibly expensive to replace.
Just fine, dear. Aren't you a lovely young man for asking. You know, my grandaughter is married to a real loser. I'll give you her number; you give her a call.
Are you sure you feel okay? Maybe you'd like to lie down?
Hee hee! Fresh! I'm much too old for such shenanigans!
Uh...
Oh what the heck! Let's see what you're hiding under that robe, cutie!
I don't like it here, Ed. That guard was mean to me.
Well, you should have known better than to ask for a salad with ranch dressing on the side, instead of just eating your bologna sandwich and keeping your mouth shut.
Well, we wouldn't even be here if it weren't for you punching out that minister.
Well, call me crazy, but I just don't like having my nipples tweaked.