A deal is struck. Moser hands over his remaining anabolic steroid stash for eight barrels of sh*t-quality petrol. The Mousegasteers also kept the Wal*Mazon pajamas and Moser’s tent for a ninth barrel of gas.
Moser’s on his way.
Which leads to a rapid unscheduled disassembly of the step van.
…which brings us back to Moser on the side of the road, freezing his ass off, reconsidering his adventure.
See you next week.
Love the framing on this one. But our hero is in bad place, it seems.
When does this guy get a break?!