"HANGMAN" could be here" he thought, "I've never been in this airport before. There could be COWBOYS anywhere." The cold wind felt good against his bare calves. "I HATE HANGMAN" he thought. About Damn Time reverberated through the air, making him pulsate even as the Niro Pepsi pulsated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of cowboys outside of work. "With a plane, you can go anywhere you want" he said to himself, out loud.