That didn't actually sound like a bad idea. Ray'd leave it up to Asher to find these so-called natives and convince them to take on all three mucky beasts in one go. In the meantime, they were banned from stepping one paw into their now-shack.

"Let them have them for free," Ray suggested, moving over to the bar and reaching for an open bottle. When he poured into a cup, instead of liquid, sandy sludge glooped slowly out the end. "Ew. This wouldn't happen in Vegas." In the nice parts, anyway.