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Listen, strange women lyin' in ponds distributin' swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony!

In case you can't tell, I'm a huge Monty Python fan.

I may not be a total babe, but my eyes are gorgeous. There very large, and cornflower blue, and if I make 'em real big and lay on my Texas accent real thick, I can convince almost anyone of anything.

"So, Miss Lee, if I understood you correctly, your car just 'tipped over' and fell of the side of the road?" The officer says suspiciously. I glance at his badge: Officer Waters.

I nod, looking as pitiful as possible, which isn't that hard when one of your friends is lying in an ambulance with a IV drip.

"Gee mister I don't really know what happened. One minute everything is peachy keen and the next we're hurtlin' down the side of the road." Blinkity blink blink blink.

Officer Waters nods. "Any idea what caused this accident?"

"Well, I'm not too good with machines and whatnot, but if I had to guess I'd say maybe the steering failed?" More innocent puppy dog eyes.

"We found a large hole torn into the side of your Winnebago."

"Well, we did break a window to climb out. Sir I'm supposed be meeting my Ma and Pa in Pittsburg, and they must be worried sick." Officer Waters has come to the conclusion that I am as daft as I look. He puts down his note-pad.

"We've salvaged everything we could from the crash site. After your friend gets cleared for her injuries you three are free to go."

I give him my biggest smile. "Bless your heart Officer."

After he leaves, Luca smirks and whispers to me, "Is that your real accent?"

"Phhhs, that's no-one's real accent, outside of the Louisiana Bayou. But it sounds dumb, and most Northerners can't tell the difference between a Texas and Southern accent anyway*. Plus, that phrase I said to him, 'bless your heart'? It's basically a polite way of saying 'ef you'. You can't always be the jerk around here." I laugh.

The Officer gave us a ride into Clearfield, which is a semi-cute town. We're now standing in-front of the Clearfield Police Department, with our salvaged bags, wondering what to do next.

"We could take an Uber to Yellowstone." suggests Skylar.

"I'm pretty sure we cant Uber almost 2,000 miles. Besides, how would we pay this guy, we've barely got enough money for gas."

"What about hitchhiking?" Luca rolls his eyes into the back of his head.

"Yea, three teenagers relying on random strangers who are willing to let them get into their car to get around safely."

"Would you shut up!" I hiss, my phone pressed up against my ear. "I'm trying to make a call.

Finally I get through.

"Hello, this is Hannah Lee speaking?"

"Hi Mom... I need your help..."

*This is true. Sad, but true.

Sorry this was a rather short chapter, but the last one was really long, so I guess that makes up for it.

Anyway, here's the deal. I like jokes, the worse, the better. Lately, I've been putting up Monty Python jokes before chapters. But I'm running low on quotes (K rated ones, at least) and so I need your help. Please send me jokes that I can use. If you do, I will give you the greatest prize of all: the pride in knowing you touched a life. Also, a nice little footnote.

Look forward to reading those jokes!

-Sage Nicholson