HOLY SWEET POTATO!
[Hannah]: Catch breath
Law' t'underin' jesus. Your heart is racin! Man, maybe you should lay off the sodium a little. Just gotta catch your breath. Phew!
Thank goodness you're both safe.
[Hannah]: Make sure Pommes is safe.
[Hannah]: Search for Pommes
Suddenly, you hear a series of sharp barks from your new backdoor.
Stones rain down outside as the mesa above you crumbles. Pommes must be nuts! He's gonna get flattened like a latke out there.
[Hannah]: Save your dog!
Your poor dog! You call out to him. Desperation sets in...but how can you save him when it's so dangerous to go out? Metric tons of rock crash down from above, missing him by inches.
But you can't save him.
You're too afraid.
Pommes suddenly finds himself as your steed.
Yeehaw! You scurry on back to the relative safety of your house. The one that crumbled like cardboard just a minute ago.
You return and take all the necessary precautions one would expect when one's life is being threatened by thousands of tons of rock hurtling from the sky. You decide now would be a really good time to get on the internet and check on everyone, and you're absolutely right to do so. You're as safe as a freshly sliced potato sitting innocently next to a warmed up frier. No way you're gonna be in the hot oil anytime soon, no sir!
Oh look, Andrew's messaging you.
[Hannah]: Look at screen
[Hannah]: Fall in love with Bowiesprite
Well shucks buster and shoot pardnah it sure is gettin mighty steamy in here! What a strange commotion what has come over this innocent country gal. You are really quite a fluster! Your glasses just can't seem to stop fogging up at this sudden influx of delirium you are experiencing! Of course, when such a gentleman caller is present one can't very well be expected to be completely restrained.
Oh Mister Bowie, you do tempt one so!