Stonehenge: Think about it. A mysterious mechanical man appears outta nowhere an' trespasses on my land. Sporting nothin' but a bloodied cape and a rusty old bike. From the looks of ya, I'd say that thing is your only pal. How poetic! A boy and his bicycle, rusted to shit, travelin' what's left of the world together.
Alsoomse: A respectable senior escort would not batter a woman. Machk: A trustworthy woman wouldn't kick a door down in the middle of the goddamned night!
Machk: We have to get back home. Ponnte resident: You folks sure are somethin'! You'd rather live between alla them desert crazies an' eyeless military creeps than here? Unbelievable! This here's a slow, peaceful death— like old times! Machk: Cowards.
