You Are Banana Fran - GAS IT UP!


"Can I help you?" After standing at the counter for a full 7 minutes, Ted finally acknowledges your presence. He even shoots you a quick, almost unnoticeable, glance this time.

"Some of my cargo was stolen last time I was in here. Know anything about that, Ted?"

A slow shake of the head, eyes never leaving his magazine, responds in the negative. "The management is not responsible for any lost or stolen items, but feel free to look through our lost and found." Ted pulls a cardboard box from behind the counter. You don't have much use for a scrunchy or a used toothbrush.

It's been about ten minutes since Borgy went missing. If Ted knows something, it's gonna take time to get it out of him, time you may not have. And there's still the possibility that Ted doesn't know shit about the recent theft. It might be best to just cut your losses and follow that trail from the car. Still, that feeling you've felt so many times before, from deep down in your banana-gut, tells you this punk is hiding something... what do YOU do?

I don't have time for this. I'll follow the tracks. Ask harder.