Bearings? What the hell were bearings? More, how was he expected to get them when he came from where he was into this. This! And this was way beyond the usual weirdness. Like the kind that prompts crazy dreams after pairing two totally off the wall foods before falling asleep.

Like cottage cheese and Doritos.

King's head kicked to the side to see the girl just before she asked him the question; the injuries still on his face from getting bitched slapped a few hundred times by Danica and her Fruit of the Loom crew.

"I guess that all depends on whether I was really asleep. I could be dead." King shrugged. "Only I'm pretty sure I was standing before any of this. Barely. But I was upright."