"I don't like your attitude mister." He made a face and frowned. "Wait! When we get there how many boxes should we get? One for me and one for you?"

"Sure, I'll get right on that." He said sarcastically

Peter grumbled and tried spreading his legs for more room. "Consider getting a bigger dune buggy then."

"If I'm not mistaken, you're wrong. And barely. Sorry pal, this isn't the biggest of dune bugs but you'll just have to get used to it. The seat' s as far as it can go back."

"If I'm not mistaken it's German for good for you." He tried keeping a straight face and he buried his mouth into his hand. "Are we there yet?" He whined. "My legs are cramping up"