Scampi: I feel funny today.
Peter: Ah. Funny peculiar?
Scampi: I think so.
Scampi: I feel weird.
Peter: You are pretty odd.
Scampi: Weirder than normal.
Scampi: Ominous. That’s how I feel.
Peter: Well. What do you think has caused this? Too much auguring?
Scampi: Har har. Why don’t you go find some bird guts of your own? Then you can tell me.
Peter: I don’t kill things.
Scampi: Right. Just implicitly. You are subtlety incarnate. Or what do they call it? Passing the buck?
Peter: Are you delirious?
Scampi: I think I might be.
Peter: If you’re messing around, it isn’t very funny.
Scampi: I know. It’s been real sunny today.
Peter: That doesn’t bother me.
Scampi: I know.
Scampi: I feel, I dunno, it’s like, right on the edge between good and bad.
Scampi: No, no. The opposite.
Scampi: Like, it could go bottomless pit, or grooming stablesful of angels.
Peter: You feel extreme.
Scampi: I’ll say.
Peter: Well, that’s hardly unusual.
Scampi: I know. I know.
Peter: You often behave in rather extreme fashions.
Scampi: Yeah, but I don’t feel extreme. Usually.
Peter: I wouldn’t know.
Scampi: No. Are we going the right way? Are we even doing the right thing?
Peter: I don’t know. What do you mean?
Scampi: Dan would know.
Scampi: I feel like Dan would know.
Peter: If we’re headed in the right direction?
Peter: I have felt that way before.
Scampi: I think Dan has that effect. Sometimes.
Scampi: The sky is phenomenal today.
Peter: In what sense?
Scampi: It just seems like more of a phenomenon than usual. You know?
Scampi: Like, what the hell is holding that shit up?
Peter: Don’t ask a classical question unless you want a classical answer. I always say.
Scampi: I’ve never heard you say that once in my life.
Scampi: Well, I’ve never heard you say that more than once. And never before today.
Scampi: Anyway, how did you know I didn’t mean, What’s holding that shit up, like, What’s taking it so long?
Peter: Pardon me?
Scampi: It’s an idiom thing. Okay?
Peter: You do look a little flushed.
Scampi: I do?
PETER FIRES OFF A SIDELONG GLANCE, WITH AN UNUSUAL LEVEL OF EFFICIENCY.
Scampi: The sky is entirely a mystery. Today. And on an assortment of other days. Here and there. Over time.
Scampi: Do you know what I mean?
Peter: Probably not.
Scampi: Can you tell me about the Fibonacci sequence?
Peter: Possibly. What do you wish to know about it?
Scampi: I don’t know. It makes me uncomfortable.
Peter: Well, maybe that’s the problem.
Peter: How could the Fibonacci sequence make you uncomfortable?
Scampi: It gets me all queasy. I try to focus on the horizon and then my legs give way.
Peter: It happens.
Scampi: I know it does.
Scampi: I mean, look at us, riding off into the sunset. Meanwhile, I feel like I don’t even know the first thing about like, biology. Ribosomes, cytoplasm, et cetera. Mitochondria. What are those guys even doing? Chlorophyll. The colour of light refracted. Do you even know what colour that is?
Peter: This is certainly a unique take on science.
Scampi: Well, thanks.
Scampi: I don’t know how to say what I am trying to say.
Peter: That much is clear.
Scampi: Oh. That’s a relief I guess.
Scampi: I’m glad you came with me.
Scampi: I like to have a partner in crime.
Peter: Crime is often inappropriate.
Scampi: So is duplicity.
Scampi: I like to think that it could be us.
Peter: It what?
Scampi: The sky. I like to think that perhaps that’s why the sky is still standing upright way over that ridge.
Peter: Why’s that?
Scampi: Because we’re chasing it.
Peter: Ah. So the sky is expecting us?
Scampi: Naturally. Let’s not be late.