No amount of polish was going to get Ray's boots shiny again. Dust kicked up with every step he took, shrouding his feet in clouds of grit. Luckily the dust didn't reach up as far as his sheriff badge, so that was just as shiny as it had been two hours ago when Ray had buffed it up nice and good.

"...so once we've fought off the last killer machine, I say we elope to Vegas together and see if we can't find ourselves an Elvis," he finished, hands on his hips and pacing having stopped when he looked over at Asher. He clearly hadn't been listening to Ray's plans about how to stop all the dirt from getting into the place where they live. Doggy doormat and paw pool had already been vitoed and Asher appeared to have stopped listening right around the time when Ray had suggested they stick to sweeping and share the housework.

"Wild wild west to Asher, come in, Asher..."