Crap. Crap crappity crap. All right, Drew, let's see what we can sell. Probably not a lot, and not just because there's no econonmy.

"The cramp? It was impressively awkward, that is for sure," I say.

Simply running away probably wouldn't work. I'm pretty sure he can run faster than I can, and even if he can't, I know that he can run longer than I can. Assuming he'd chase me, but even if he wouldn't, how'd that look?