The ancient, twisted, meat-eating rituals of the time of the industrial revolution were over, though.

Birthday cake had an offensive idiotic flavor.

Paul thought to himself. He was happy no one remembered his birthday. He'd rather be milking a cow while singing Dixie Chicks than eat birthday cake with so-called friends; and besides, he was leaving in two hours for a whole summer.

He was hoping to avoid all the usual Touchy-Feely nonsense from his friends and was looking forward to the stunning views that the mountains would provide.

So once they crossed the rivers he decided he would tell Cleopatra that she sould distract the rest while he slipped away from the crowd.

How delightful the exploration would be! He began to get a dreamy expression on his face.

In fact, as perverse as it may sound. He began to get a killer errection as he thought of the exploration. He was no Goody-Goody. No sir!

He began to get his sick sense of perversion after hanging out with the construction workers he once worked with. They nicknaked him Juicy after they could tell he had become 'one of them'.

His filthy thoughts made him do strange things while hanging out with the construction workers once again. At one particular time, during the discussion of space & time theory, he suddenly began pouring oil & vinegar on one of the construction workers' head. For that he was forced to eat vinegar flavored ice-cream, much to the delight of the construction workers' group and to his sheer hatred towards his life. In the end he found himself sipping Georgia O'Keeffe..