9x-xx-xx 03 Car Trouble

I'm Monica. Seeing as I can't get through on my phone, I thought I'd make a recording of my adventures for you. It's Tuesday, looks like a beautiful day. I'm all set up at the local hotel.

I haven't been out of the station yet. You'll be glad to know, but I can see it right now at my window. Man, the sun is hitting the roof and it's glowing like it's alive.

Wait a minute, someone throwing stones against the window. Ew, oh no. Ew, oh. Sorry, Monica. It's this native guy who's been driving me nuts. Ew, oh. I'll have to go, but I've met the guy who runs the station and he says the problem has been dealt with.

Hello! Yeah, yeah, I'll be there. I'll be moving on today. I'll call you when my phone's working. Yeah, alright! What's up? This morning. You know, I'd figure that out. I'll see you later. Ew, whoa!

Stop calling me airhose. My name's Thompson. Thompson! What? Breakfast is ready. Thank you. What? Room service? I thought you didn't have room service. Justice once. I bought you some toast. Sorry about the coffee at Princeton.

Oh, that's okay. Mmm, it's not as bad as I remember. Oh, here. Have a seat. I'm working. What? You have other guests? Maybe I'll just stand. I see you wear box of shorts. Oh, I'm sorry. I'll just put those away. Yeah, sorry.

I've never met a guy who wore boxes before. What's it like? Ah, well, they're very, erm... I mean, what's the point? That's not like they're really doing anything, is it? Well, they're good for your sperm count.

Because they're not so tight. Oh. Eat your tis before it gets too cold. Oh, hey, hold on. I wanted to ask you something about the station. What station? Well, why don't the window look? That place gives me the crepes.