Sarge : Officially this place doesn't have a name, everyone just calls it ERF twenty-seven, but I like to think of it as the Exodus Motel. Don't you like the sound of it? The Exodus Motel... It sounds like the title of a movie or something, right? (HE CHUCKLES AND TAKES OUT A CIGARETTE.)
Braam : Please blow the smoke the other way, I don't smoke...
Sarge : (HE EXHALES IN BRAAM'S DIRECTION) Sure thing captain...
Braam : (SWIPING TO CLEAR THE AIR) Why do you call this place the exodus motel?
Sarge : Exodus, a noun meaning a departure of many people. Motel, a noun meaning a roadside hotel for motorists; you mean you can't put one and one together?
Braam : (HE FROWNS CONFUSEDLY FOR A MOMENT.) I don't understand...
Sarge : Well obviously, it’s not quite a motel in that you are not exactly a motorist right now, but I sort of like the whole roadside reference...
Braam : What are you talking about?
Sarge : The Exodus Motel, the last stop on the road to your destiny! That's almost pure poetry for you...
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