"Why are we doing this, Mr. Hartman?" asked Grant.
"We have to find those 3 girls. I can't believe I let them slip through my grasp the first time. I need to find them soon," said Mr. Hartman, looking out of the car window.
"Why are we in Florida, Mr. Hartman?" asked Grant.
"The last I heard from them, they had apparently moved here to Ruskin," explained Mr. Hartman.
"Why do we have to find them?" asked Grant.
"I've had enough of you're questions."
"But-."
"Do you want me to break another light over you're head?"
"No, sir, but this is pointless. Why did I have to come?"
"I said no more questions. All you have to know is that I must find those girls. Make a right here." Grant steered the car onto a back road.
"We've been driving all day. When are we gonna stop?" whined Grant. (He apparently doesn't listen very well)
"If you would just shut up and drive, we'd get to the inn a whole lot faster." Grant drove through the thick forest and around many sharp turns. "Here it is." Mr. Hartman pointed to a castle-like inn.
"That dump?" asked Grant.
"I happen to own that dump. We're staying there, so don't argue."
"I'm still very confused," said Grant.
"That isn't going to change anytime soon."