"You're like psychic!" Dewey exclaimed as he went north on the highway and rove along it for awhile.
"Really? You think so? That'll be great. As long as I don't get in trouble," Jacobs said, looking out his window and noticing a car driving by, "Hey, another person! Glad to see there are still survivors. What does it say on the side? 'P-Police'."
"Really? You think so? That'll be great. As long as I don't get in trouble," Jacobs said, looking out his window and noticing a car driving by, "Hey, another person! Glad to see there are still survivors. What does it say on the side? 'P-Police'."