MacGuffin climbs back in at 5:05, slides around the crate, exchanges a scowl with Beagle and takes the 170 home. He prepares a supper (sausage and hominy), views a brief pornographic video followed by a series of sitcoms from the previous decade, and falls asleep with a cat on his feet. He wakes up the next morning and screams because the crate’s in his bedroom.
While his heart rate jerks back to normal, he examines it: it’s garnered one new sticker, emblazoned “Prev. Rr. [TFT Fwd.] 55.”
In his hasty exit, he hits the beautiful but deadly woman in the face.