That night, Kona recounts the events of the day to her friend, the stuffed triceratops:
"....so she was all, 'Kona, ya wanna go for a ride?', and I was all, 'Heck yes, I do, is that even a question?' We didn't even drive long enough for my tongue to dry out before she stops the car, gets out, and walks away, totally leaving me there with my head hangin' out the window like some kind of poodle. Jerk."