One, you chicken out.

In that case, I let Ants tie you to the car and drag you around a bit.

- You don't want that, right? - No.

Two, you foul up and Holstein hears you, and, well--

- You don't want that, right? - No, I don't.

Three, you are successful and you join the Pharaohs...

with a car coat and a blood initiation and all that.

Wait a minute. What blood initiation?

Why don't we go get your Jeep?

- What are you talking about? - Your Jeep.

The one you sold the hunting ponies for. The one with the four-wheel drive.

You sure you got enough slack?

Yeah, no sweat. Let's get outta here.

Come on, Terry.

Stand by for justice!