All right! More dog meat for the party.

No way. You're in it, man.

- The sheriff's gonna be dog meat. - Yeah, he is, isn't he?

But aren't the military police on their way?

- We'll get you home real soon. - Nobody seems to be listening to me.

- No way, man. He's nuts. - No, he isn't, B.A. Not really.

We have some M.P.s comin'up here to take you guys back home to your stockade.

Say, do any of you creeps know the way to San Jose?

Ah, but that'll take some time, Hannibal. We got M.P.s on the way.

Maybe. Maybe not. But there's one real easy way for you to find out.

You better do it, or I'll take the rest of your blood the hard way!

Ain't no way the Barbarians are gonna let you put me on ice for the feds.

Will you get the fire out of your eye, Doc? We got some blood on the way.

Hey, man, let me outta here. I'll make sure you got a motorcycle escort all the way to the state line.

Sorry, Doctor. We're gonna have to do things my way. But don't worry; I won't hurt you. How're you doin', B.A.?