Darian walks away, in any direction, just to avoid getting into another fight. The rest of you follow the elf. You walk across the parking lot, wending your way between rows of parked iron and plastic vehicles while the pigs watch you. Eventually you lose sight of them, or they lose interest in you and wander off. "Hey, look!" says Vardui, motioning to one of the vehicles, a chrome and metal monstrosity without a roof, with the word 'EDSEL' emblazoned across its tin-plated bow. "Someone left the keys in this one." Zanax shakes his head. "Stealing is wrong." "But borrowing isn't," counters Vardui. "Not to mention that unless it's capable of planar travel, it doesn't do us any good." "We could cruise the strip," says Watney. "I'm not sure what that means, but I still don't understand how that helps us get back to our own plane. Nor do I understand how taking someone else's possession is a wise idea. After all, we don't want more attention from the demons of this place, do we?" "Boring," says Vardui. "Hey, maybe we could pick up girls!" exclaims Wang. Tully says, "I agree with Darian. This place seems to have laws of a sort so we should probably avoid causing too much ruckus until we can figure out a way to get out of here. Watney, is there a library around here?" "There is, down the road a few hundred miles." Tully says, "Well, let's start marching that way then." You reach the road again and start walking along it. After a few close calls with careening cars you quickly realise that it is safer to walk beside the road rather than on it. The road is filled with traffic: cars filled with souls and nasty creatures. They shout insults at you as they cruise by. If you were in a dungeon you would be happily hacking and slashing away at the lot of them, but you are not so you grit your teeth and keep walking. There are no sidewalks along the road, just a verge overgrown with thorny, scraggly weeds. You are the only pedestrians. The air is hot and humid, here, and stinks of hydrocarbons. Soon you are dripping with sweat, as the glowing face of the red-haired clown glares down at you from above, out of a cloudless sky. As far as you can see are stores, buildings and strip malls, lining both sides of the road. You see restaurants with names like Sizzler (appropriately enough), McDeath's (Billions and Billions Killed), Pizza Slut and Taco Hell; stores like Wally World, The Lay and Crappy Tire; along with hundreds of other places which seem to be devoted to selling and servicing things, mainly cars. After awhile, Watney points to one of these latter places. "If you don't like the idea of stealing a car, then how about buying one? It would make our trip to the library a lot quicker," he says, pointing to an establishment named Dave Ghoul Ford.
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