"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Are we there yet?"
"No!"
Ron, Harry and Colin had been walking for a long time now because they had decided not to spend any more money and walk all the way to Liverpool. Colin shifted his guitar to avoid the heavy pain of his shoulder, Harry decided to hold his in his arms, and Ron just held his in his hand. Just then they heard a loud noise, like a loud foghorn. They stopped in their tracks.
"What the hell was that?" asked Ron.
"It was a moose!" yelled Colin.
"They don't have mooses in England!" yelled Ron.
"Yes they do! And its 'moose', idiot!"
"That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard."
WWWWRRRRRRGH!
"There it is again! What is it?"
Then it was Harry's turn to speak, finally.
"Hey! It's Liverpool! Gosh."