The Road To Arctic Base Winnipeg (TWS)

Delegate someone to sweep up the SHITLOAD OF DUST, then maybe play around on a computer!

Head to the living room! Ask Randall what's up; what's on television; how he feels about sweeping up dust.

You head into the living room, which contains TWO COUCHES, a COFFEE TABLE, a TELEVISION, a STEREO, various BOOKS AND MAGAZINES, a CANVAS AND PAINT, everyone's SUITCASES, a couple windows, and some more TASTEFUL CARPETING. There also appears to be a LIVE HOUSECAT next to Randall, as well as a PILE OF VARIOUS TOOLS AND WHATNOT at his feet, cluttering up the place.

"Hey, Boss. They're about to broadcast the television premiere of GHOSTBUSTERS. If you wanna watch something else, I have a VCR and several CASETTE TAPES in my SUITCASE."

"Maybe later, Randall. How do you feel about cleaning up the cargo room?"

He looks thoughtful for a moment. "Hm... I could do it, but I'd need a VACUUM, since I'm not good at regular sweeping and we don't have a BROOM anyway. I could probably cobble together a VACUUM with some WHEELS, a DUST-HOLDING BAG, some SCRAP METAL, some KNOBS OR VALVES, and some STALE BREAD. Oh, and ELIZA'S UNDERWEAR."

You don't find him deserving of a scowl, so instead you just sigh. "First of all, stop shouting IMPORTANT WORDS at me, Randall. Second, that's sexual harrassment."

He shrugs. "You could get me HOBO-GUY'S UNDERWEAR or MICHAEL'S UNDERWEAR, too, but I need something to function as a FAN BELT."

"Uh... yeah, okay, I'll see what I can do." You can't tell whether he's covering his ass, joking, or completely serious, and you're not sure you want to find out.

> Get the hobo to shower by implying that he will get extra food for dinner tonight once he has done so. Fail to mention that dinner is artificial falafel cereal.

On that note, you head to the COCKPIT, which has a bunch of BUTTONS AND SWITCHES AND DISPLAYS AND SHIT, as well as a GLOVEBOX and both a DRIVER'S SEAT and PASSENGER'S SEAT (the latter unoccupied). You tap the HOBO on the shoulder.

"Hey, tell you what. You take a nice, long shower tonight, you get double rations."

"Fuck yeah, old-timer." He holds out a fist. You are unsure what this means, so you just smile and say thanks.