“That is something that you make abundantly clear on a daily basis,” said Ollie. “You should be proud actually. It's hard to achieve that level of consistency.”
“Charming. I hope your fangs get mildew.”
The road north was indeed as straight as an arrow and, thankfully, free of roadside cafés, which was a major blessing because after all of his exertions in the Strongman competition, Flug announced that he was hungry again. Luckily, Ronnie had a hunk of bread and some Transylvanian cheese left over in a bag (For those of you unfamiliar with Transylvanian cheese, it has the colour of a heart attack victim, the texture of a slab of granite and the fat content of an American fast food restaurant filled to capacity. It's decorated with sets of double punctures as well, which is a nice touch.
