Stephen Colbert rides Falcor above, soaring like the Bald Eagle he is in his heart constantly on the watch For bears and liberals.
Bill Murray dressed like Lawrence of Arabia, leading the pack of misfits to whatever may come, singing a cheesy 70's r&b song just loud enough to hear. My two giants follow behind, each good naturedly trying to wade through their linguistic barriers (Anndre's slurrrred accent, rhyming always, Bill's hyperbole weaving intricate patterns of impossibility and wildly inconsistent comparisons and metaphors) while the gunslinger Raylan Givens and the Gladiator Jim Thorpe following behind, Thorpe all hard stoic determination, Givens a cocky knowing smile persistent on his face.
They still search, knowing their party is short by three.
Also, did I get skipped? Am I up? I have no idea anymore.