Barbara: That night, the great eagle spirit himself appeared in our tent and beckoned us to make love.
Roger: Yes...
Virginia: Yes...
Barbara: And we submitted to his ravenous desires, as the one- as the three of us became one with the great eagle spirit.
Virginia: Hmm. Turns out the great eagle spirit was actually a fugitive trucker by the name of Rich Crenshaw.
Dave: Maybe I'm just road weary, but methinks that's a beautiful story.
