Pete, rubbing his eyes and retreating to the kitchen, decided against exploring the ship further. Rather, he felt he should attempt to make amends to Jack. After all, even the most willing crony would be demoralized and angry after finding out their hard work turned out to be for naught. Pete looked around, searching for something a cowboy would like... and saw his refrigerator. [i]Yes, that's right. Cowboys love alcohol![/i] Pete thought, [i]But which ones would he like? I'll just take it all.[/i] With not the slightest hint of effort, Pete dragged his fridge out the pod's door and into the bright sunlight.

Pete looked around for Jack, and saw a quartet of figures standing a ways away. Surely one of them would have to be Jack! Clenching his teeth, Pete tightly squeezed his horn, releasing a long, shrill squeak that could be heard around the block. As he did so, he waved his hands frantically at the quartet.