It gets darker, the full moon, like a bright face lurking over your shoulder. The old man takes you back to his farm. Something about this mans yellow grin is starting to give you the creeps.
A large barn silo with a painted Golden Montana beer can can be seen next to the barn. The barn itself is a typical old red barn, nothing too fancy except for the strange green glow that is coming from inside it.
"What is that glowing inside the barn?" you ask. "Oh, thats my new invention," the farmer replies as he chuckles to himself. "What is it?" "It's an electric automated egg picking machine. It gets eggs from the chickens every morning." "Wow" you say, not really all that interested. You notice the farmer has marijuanna plants growing all over the place. You wander if he knows what they are, they sure look high quality.
Finally at the end of the driveway, you get out and go inside. The farmer says, "Your room is downstairs, or you can sleep outside with the chickens in the barn."
"Its a fine night, I think I'll sleep in the barn," you say.
You're so tired all of the sudden...