It was getting late into the afternoon, and Yumichika and Ikkaku were starting to see billboards for places like Grand Canyon and Meteor Crater and Bearizona. With all of the destruction around, it was beginning to feel like the end of the earth. An apocalyptic wasteland of sorts, inhabited mostly by tourists and well-fed bears. It would have been a much more exciting apocalypse if the bears ate the tourists once in a while, but apparently Bearizona wasn't a Michael Crichton sort of park. Ikkaku had looked it up to make sure. They were both disappointed. So were the bears, perhaps.

A loud sound came from the direction of Ikkaku's gut, audible even over the wind and the road noise (thanks so much, off-road tires). Ikkaku scowled and poked at it. "What time is it? How long since we finished those chips?"

Yumichika pointed at the clock. He was getting good at pointing at the dashboard clock without looking at it. "It was before noon. That's counting the Arizona time zone shenanigans. Why, you want to stop?"

Ikkaku was busy counting on his fingers. "That's... too long. If I die of starvation, it won't matter that we lost the Hellbeast."

"All we did today is sit. You don't need food, you'll just get fat."

Ikkaku was indignant. "Hey, I haven't just been sitting here. I risked my life! Twice! I lost a bunch of blood!"

Yumichika's stomach helpfully decided to launch its own protest at the same time. He let out a rueful sigh and rubbed his face, one hand on the wheel. "You and my stomach are a pair of conniving bastards."

"Hungry conniving bastards! Let's find a town!"

They found a town. It was one of many tiny towns on the post-apocalyptic, bear-littered road to the tourist trap wonder of the natural world known as the Grand Canyon. There, among many cowboy-themed businesses, they found a place that might not demand shoes and shirt for service: KFC-Taco Bell. Kentucky Fried Chicken Taco? Maybe. They parked and walked in.

They walked out again. Evidently not a no-shoes-no-shirt sort of an establishment. The Taco Chicken Fried Bell was classier than they had thought. They climbed back into the jeep and used the drive-through instead.

"I should take off my pants, too. That would show 'em."

"That would definitely show them something."

"There's nothing wrong with how I'm dressed!"

"The part of you that's dressed, no. Well, there's a lot wrong with what you're wearing, actually, but we'll ignore that for the moment. It's the undressed part that's the problem."

"I'm not gonna take advice from you on what to wear. You have fits when you see a purple jeep and you're wearing a girly hat."

"I'll remind you of that the next time you're going on a date and want to look slightly less terrible than you normally do. You don't want MY help!"

"Joke's on you, Yumi! I never get dates! It doesn't matter how I look!"

"..."

"Wait, that came out wrong."

"I don't think it did."

"Dammit." Ikkaku turned away to face the window and stare at his own surly pout reflected back at him. "Did they forget our order or something? How long is this gonna take?"

Yumichika peered into the drive through window. Plenty of activity, but no one approached with any sort of food. It looked like the entire town had turned out only a moment before to order several thousand burritos each, inside the store. They were all wearing shirts, of course, so they could do that. He leaned his face on his fist and idly watched the maelstrom.

It took nearly half an hour to get their food. They had already paid, or they would have just left. No one would have noticed. No one would have cared. The food would have been eaten by some other member of the horde shambling around inside. The shirt-wearing horde, that is. It looked like they were starting to fall upon and devour the weaker members of the mob, near the end of the wait. Yumichika handed the bag off to Ikkaku as fast as he could and peeled out of there.

Finally, the sun long in the sky, they were back on the road. They had no idea whose food they had, but the twenty bean and cheese burritos that person had ordered were pretty good. Neither of them considered the possible ramifications of such a meal in the next few hours. They drove on into the afternoon sun towards California and the end of the road.