While Muscleman continued driving the car, Benson was getting sleepy.
Benson: We gotta find a hotel.
Muscleman: I saw an exit for one a while back. *turns around*
Benson: anda idiot, you're going the wrong way!
Muscleman: We'll drive on the grass. *turns right*
Police: Hey! He's coming toward us!!
Muscleman: *runs over cop* Losers.
Benson: How about, instead of running over police officers, why don't we find the exit to the hotel?
Muscleman: It's right there dude, chill *drifts to exit*
People: *stop, and honk horns*
Muscleman: *exits highway*
Benson: What hotel are we going to?
Muscleman: There's a...
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