Two men down, and one man squatting. They're so lucky Adam isn't here for this nonsense, he vaguely realizes. But that thought is dispelled by exasperation.

"Oh my god," Vyng sighs from where he's curled up on the sand. "I don't drink gasoline. And I don't eat sand, either. I taste that. Don't give Billie any ideas."

(Said as if Vyng isn't the one putting things in his mouth that he shouldn't.)