"Something." Stan looks up at Ford, still looking kinda' scared because that don't sound good, does it? What he hears is something that sounds a lot like 'probably not'. "What kind of, uh. What kinda' something are we talkin', here? Are we turning this into a uh, a crappy little motel or a dive bar or a nice little timeshare condo or what?"

He picks up the burger again and he's eating without anything that even kind of looks like enthusiasm but if he's going to need a minute to think anyway, he's got to. All this food's in front of him and he can't let it go to waste. While he does he thinks about it, about just how far he can stretch this little metaphor-thing they've got working for them.

"'Cause I thought you wanted to, uh, make the whole fort up again. But now it sounds like you, like maybe you kind of, uh. Don't."