roll him into the well
"Cigarettes!"
"What kind?"
"Marlboro!"
In the meantime, Barbara found a few bottles of wine in the corner,
and the three of you smoked the old man's cigarettes and drank his
wine.
When the three of you were good and drunk proper, and a little sick,
the old man began to stir. He's getting ready to come to in a
minute.
You decide to roll the old man into the well. He's still breathing,
shallowly, and looks to be out to lunch for a good five to ten hours.
Dave searches his body.
