JIM:

You could always go outside.

BRUCE:

No thanks.

CAROL:

We have to do something pretty quick.
We've been stuck here for two days now.

JIM:

Yeah, well, I bet it's a thousand feet up
to the next ledge and that damned, thing,
whatever it is, the one with the real
intimidating voice, is still out there. So,
no thanks. While the food lasts, I'm staying
right where I am.

BRUCE:

That makes sense, but nothing else does:
How we got here, the Wizard, all of it.
What the hell does this have to do with drugs?

There is a puff of smoke and the Wizard appears in front
of their table. Jim jumps up, grabs the rifle and starts
to draw down on him.

JIM:

You! I ought to shoot you.

WIZARD:

You'd still be stuck here if you did, and
you'd never find out why I came.

BRUCE:

Why did you come?

WIZARD:

Because you said the magic words. "What
does this have to do with drugs."

CAROL:

Well, what does it have to do with drugs?
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