Rhodes:
There's a dead body in your freezer, Larry!
Larry:
I didn't kill him. I found him like that!
Rhodes:
Oh, stop it!
Larry:
No, wait! Please, listen! Listen! Listen, I was in Vegas last month and I lost everything, okay? Everything! And I was driving West. I didn't know where I was going, but I was running on empty so I pulled in here at this place. And there was no one at the station, so I came over to the office and I walked in. And there, sitting at that desk right there, was the manager, face down in a Banquet potpie, dead. Heart attack or something.
Rhodes:
Banquet potpie. Banquet potpie!
Larry:
I don't know. He'd been sitting there for God knows how long. All of a sudden, this auto parts salesman pulls up looking for a room. I didn't have a fucking dime, so I took his thirty and gave him one. I just took the key from the wall him a room. Maybe that was wrong, but I was broke and that's what I did. Then I came back in here and I moved Larry's body. His name was Larry too. I put him in the freezer. I wasn't trying to hide him. It was hot out, and I thought it was the best place for him till his family or someone came along. Only no one did, except more guests. So I checked them in too, and they all seemed happy so I just stayed.
Riportata da postmind il
03/03/2025 alle ore 17:27