"It's a two hour trip back and forth with horses. With bikes, it's cut down to 35-40 minutes if you can handle the speed and have enough cash to get some bikes" the stranger said, looking at the captain and then at the mechanic, flashing a smile.
"60 hours because you have such a lovely mechanic" he said and stood up from the chair, taking out the toothpick and throwing it into the trash.
"That's my last offer. Take it or leave it? Otherwise, I know a great brothel just in the next town that might need some girls. 'Cause that's the only way you'll ever get the money for the parts otherwise"
"Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe,
are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves."
- Carl Sagan