Hours had passed. John Peters was cheerfully humming away his favorite song. Saitama on the other hand was growing impatient. About a mile or two. Yeah right, he thought. He took a glance behind him and fixated his stare on Genos. Genos was still sleeping soundly. His internal fans still active, but the earlier sound having retreated into a quiet humming noise. A cat's purr came into Saitama's mind every time he heard it. It was awfully cute to him. John couldn't help but notice the new shades of pink washing over Saitama's face.

"So, if you don't mind-a me askin', what were you doin' outta there in the sand wastes? You don't look like you're from 'round these parts."

Saitama was kinda surprised actually. This was the first time their rescuer had spoken the whole trip. Up until now he has just been humming the same godawful tune over and over again. "We're just being heroes." Saitama eventually answered.

John Peters couldn't help but bellow out a hardy laugh to his companion's response, "Now what exactly will you be a-savin'? Funny how I'm the one who saved you two just now."

"People." Saitama responded nonchalantly. Ignoring the driver's follow up comment.

"Is that so...?" The gears in John's mind were turning. Dangerously turning.

"...Yeah." Saitama wasn't exactly scared. No, he was just mildly concerned. The rest of the trip went back to being relatively quiet. John Peters (you know, the farmer?) was back to humming his song. Saitama was gazing out the window at the desert scenery. He was half awake when he suddenly noticed a house as they drove by it.

"Ah, yes. Here we go now. We're just 'bout here!" John Peters exclaimed.

It took a minute or so until they reached a relatively nice place to drop a person off. Less than a block away from the Ralph's. This was arguably the busiest place in Night Vale, so it seemed appropriate to John Peters to drop the duo off here.

Saitama waved a thank you to John Peters (you know the farmer?) as he drove away cautiously. His cyborg companion still asleep. He was carrying him in a sort of bridal style. As he was looking around as of what to do next he saw a sign.

RALPH'S 30% OFF SALE

TODAY ONLY

Saitama flipped his shit when he saw this. He didn't know what the Ralph's was, but he liked the sound of it. He was still carrying the sleeping cyborg. After minutes of mental debating, he decided that he would wait for his student to awake before taking advantage of this opportunity.

The bald man started his way down the street, conveniently in the direction of the Ralph's. As he continued on with his stroll he noticed that the same sign advertising the Ralph's sale was protruding from every front lawn of every residential building. He first thought it was strange, but then figured the Ralph's was some sort of popular store. Something everyone loved to go to, and of course, had frequent sales. The second thing he noticed was that every sentient being was staring at him, as though he was some kind of six headed monstrosity. His first initial reaction was to scold the people. Believing that the stares were because of his bald head, he went on a rant about staring, and how people were different, and how you shouldn't judge people by their looks. However that did little to the public. Whispers were now being spread. This time some of the faces in the crowd actually expressed some degree of fear.

/X/x/x/

Radios flickered on. The static buzzed and hissed, but eventually evening out into a nothingness. A voice came onto the radio. A voice sexy and smooth. A voice that was calming, but assertive. (Well, as assertive as assertive could be when you are talking about your floating pet cat, or your perfect in every way boyfriend)

"Listeners... Something odd has struck our small town indeed." The voice began, "Outsiders. That's right. Outsiders have yet again entered our presence. Great. Just, greeeeaaatt." Sarcasm oozing from his vocal chords.

The radio then played the sound of slurping, like someone was drinking something. Afterwards the voice continued.

"When will those lazy sand golems actually do their jobs? I mean, listeners, I'm more than glad that they let Carlos pass, but it seems after that incident, people have been coming in here all willy nilly! I thought for sure that the Sheriff's Secret Police would have some control over these epidemics, but sadly I guess I'm mistaken." There was a long stress filled sigh, "More on this story as it develops..."

/x/x/x/

The caped baldy was caught off guard slightly when he heard sounds coming out of his student. The blonde gradually started to awake, he yawned. He stretched, the sound of cracking came from his joints. He looked up and saw his teacher's face. It took him a minute to realize that he was being carried in a way he had imagined a number of times in some desperate, romantic day dreams. His cheeks showed a hint of pink. He was embarrassed and slightly ashamed that he had passed out on his teacher, making him have to carry him for who knows how long?

The teacher let down his student, to let him stand up.

"Thank you... Sensei..." Was all the cyborg had to say in response.

"Hey, there's some sort of sale happening down the street there. I wa-"

"I'd love to go!" The blonde blurted out, cutting his teacher off. The pinkness in his face flurrying slightly. The egg head smiled and took the hand of his student. Genos had to hide his face for a minute as they walked down the street, hand in hand. Making their way to the Ralph's.