Marcel was being treated like a king he had beautiful women all around him fighting over him in scantily clad bikinis he was bout to declare the winner of the puddin' wrestling contest before an earthquake happened. Marcel popped up "I'm awake" before falling backwards and flopping back on the ground. "Hun? what ya mean wheres tha truck?" Marcel said confused as everything that was said was filtering out in his brain. "Tha truck is over there." pointing in a direction. "But how in tha hell did we get out to Fisherville?" he scratched his head looking around. "I don't remember driving out that fer after pickin' you up...."<br/><br/>Marcel finally stood and stumbler towards a tree and seconds later the sound of water hitting the ground could be heard before a relaxing sigh was heard coming from that Rudbutter. "The only reason I know were in Fisherville is cause of that tree over there." Marcel pointed to a tree with his free hand. "It has the initials P.L. carved into it. 'member when we took Pete and Lisa to Fisherville? Well Pete told me he carved their initials into a tree while they were there." Marcel fixed his pants before turning around and started walking in the direction of the truck.