“Just gotta make it through Lawrence,” mumbles Willis. “Just gotta make it through this hippie town and we’re safe in the City…”

“We’d make it through faster if you’d find the damn silver,” hisses Hal, stuffing his pillowcase with credit cards and jewelry.

“Nobody has silver anymore,” says Willis, “silver went out with catseye glasses,” but he tries another door. It’s a kid’s room. There’s an aquarium in it.

“Hey, Hal?” he says.

“Dammit keep your voice down!”

“No, Hal,” Willis swallows, “I’m pretty sure there’s a fish holding a gun on me.”

“Grappling gun,” says Batman Fish, “actually,” and launches.