No way was he going to try it. Their situation was not that desperate. He had only swerved off the road and got stuck. All they had to do was sit tight and wait until someone came along with a towrope. They had plenty of water. But there was Corey behaving like a born again Boy Scout, sitting by the camp fire he had made with a smirk on his face. He looked over at Brett.
'Ya want some?'
'What’s it like?' asked Brett.
'Good, mate,' said Corey, wiping his lips. 'Lucky you didn’t squash the bloody thing flat, eh?'
'Ya want some?'
'What’s it like?' asked Brett.
'Good, mate,' said Corey, wiping his lips. 'Lucky you didn’t squash the bloody thing flat, eh?'
