The Dink Network

"How long could we maintain, I wondered? How long before one of us starts raving and jabbering at this poor young boy? What would he think then? This same only desert was the last known home of the Manson Family. Would he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well,we'll just have to cut off his head and bury him somewhere. Cause' it goes without saying that we can't turn him lose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs."
"Jesus, did I say that, or just think it? Was I talking, did they hear me?"