Boss exhaled a puff of cigar smoke into Jeff's face. "You just aren't getting this now are you boy? Look around. Look at your situation. You're not exactly in a position of strength to be negotiating. This is Hazzard County. It might as well be it's own nation because I'm the king here and nobody on the outside disputes that or bothers me. Now make yourself comfortable because you're gonna be here awhile. I'll have my sheriff come back in a day or two with some bread and water. Come on Rosco." Outside of the dynamite shack Boss looked worried. "Rosco, I have to admit this guy's got nerves of steel. I reckon it has something to do with his profession. Anyhow, I just don't think I can crack him. What am I gonna do now? I can't keep him her forever." Rosco "Do you think we should light that dynamite?" Boss "Rosco, I hope you're joking. You know I'd never do that" Rosco "Good thing Boss. My Mama wanted me to bring her here later to get an autograph." Boss looked shocked "Rosco, how in the world does your Mama know that Jeff Gordon is in my dynamite shack?" Rosco "I called her on the CB about a half hour ago when we pulled over on the side of River Ridge Road so you could go to the bathroom." Boss was furious "Which CB channel did you use?" Rosco "22" Boss took off Rosco's hat and hit him on the head with it. "What's wrong with you? Don't you know that's the channel them dang blasted Dukes use?!"