"Only 2 hours left before that win explodes and contaminates the whole atmosphere with super-grow microscopic aliens... And you've stopped for an ice cream and a pee!"
Boat wishes he had the script.
"It was a lovely scenic crumbling hairpin bend road, I was bursting, Ma'am. And breaks are in article 635 of the regulations."
"Damit Boat, find the woman, steal some heavy water from her to dilute the weed killer as per the packet, and destroy those aliens. Have I made myself clear?"
Boat twists the dial. "Sorry breaking up."
After checking his appearance in handheld electronic holographic mirror (Gov patent pending), Boat ignores the unreliable tracker and, following a road sign to "Secret Hideout - tradesman's entrance," roars up a despicably narrow track.