Page 22 of Ship Wrecked

Peter:Cows?

Maria:...I guess?

Maria:I mean, the story’s apparently about a cattle station and a cattle drive, so I’d assume a certain number of cows are on-screen

Maria:Why?

Peter:Maybe I’ll skip this one

Maria:Do you... have an issue with cows?

Peter:Of course not, don’t be ridiculous

Maria:Let’s explore this, shall we

Peter:No

Maria:Did cows kidnap your daughter, and you had to track her down using your very particular set of skills, which make you a nightmare for cattle like them

Peter:Maria. Really.

Maria:Maybe a bovine temptress left you at the altar, heartbroken and heiferless

Peter:MARIA

Maria:Perhaps a bull wrongfully accused you of a crime you didn’t commit

Maria:When the murderer was really the One-Hoofed Holstein all along

Peter: . . .I knew we shouldn’t have watched The Fugitive last week, Taken was bad enough

Maria:Did you lose your life savings because you invested in a cow’s pyramid scheme

Maria:Bernie Moodoff

Peter:Are you done now

Maria:Depends on whether you’re coming to Nava’s room

Peter:I’m staying in mine, so have a nice night

Maria:Nope

Peter:Nope?

Maria:You owe me, Reedton

Peter:Oh, really?

Maria:Really

Peter:Enlighten me, Ivarsson

Maria:Today, when Cassia and Cyprian stripped down to wash their clothing in the shallows, I rescued you from that big wavebefore it dragged you under and you were forced to meet Ariel’s entire dysfunctional family and sing songs with talking crabs

Maria:I basically saved your life, even though it meant flashing the crew

Maria:Not that I really care who sees my nipples, but still

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