Willard continues.

“And he said unto me, ‘Are you OK?’
‘Yes, I am fine,’ I said.
‘And your punishment?’
‘What did I do to deserve punishment?’ I said.
‘Ahhhhhhhh stick. That says dick!’
‘You are troubled my friend. Your mind is set to the past. What can I do to help you adjust?’
‘Not to the weah. Sounds like that mother fucker could go. Going down tonight, taking you in. Going down tonight. Midnight ride 1997 come on mother fucker!’
‘What if I gave you a bath? You sure do smell ripe.’
Then his final words were, ‘That guy is the worst– has the worst set, so have ever put togever ever in life. That was the worst shit I’ve… set in, so I have to say, “How’s my horse too?” I can’t put that crap up.’”

Willard woke up, and stretched his arms.

Roylard finished his transcriptions, and the group discussed the prophecy.

No one understood, so Roylard got to work.