“Ride ze shoopuf?” Please, if we don’t get two hundred passengers today, we’re not eligible for our subsidy, and I’ll have to go home to my kids and tell them there won’t be any fish tonight because I had to use my own money to pay for shoopuf kibble again –

The Guado woman looks him up and down, looks at the shoopuf, looks at him again, and then says, “Not today. Thank you.”

Oh fuck. “Shoopuf’s waiting!”