Can you take us to the green lands?

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"  Great!" exclaims Furiosa. "Well, that doesn't explain why you were naked calling for help, but anyway. So, I'll give you the lowdown: I brought some friends,
" "What do you mean?" asks a granny.
"Well, the green lands. The flowing water. The falling rain. The growing cannabis. All that.
" "Oh, but you crossed them, the green lands. You had to go through an area with putrid water to get here? Well, that's where it was. The water became acidic, the land unsuitable for growing crops, not to mention the crow invasions... we left, the other grannies and I. We're all that's left. Sorry ."

"Still, don't you find it strange that only old women survived? If living conditions had become too difficult, they should have been the first to die. In my opinion, they're just swindling."
Furiosa is upset. Damn it! She could already see herself in a bubble bath! While we're whatsapp number list treated to absurd dialogues between Joe's grannies and maidens, like "  How are you? - Absolutely, come see my seeds. ", Furiosa goes to find Max to explain the rest of the plan. The truck will be unloaded, and everyone will take as much gear as possible on their two-wheelers. They think they have enough to last 160 days on a motorbike across the salt flats (you'll have to explain to me where the gasoline will be stored, eh, not to mention water, food, etc.), and that therefore, they will eventually find a place to settle.

"  No," Max replies. "There's nothing within 160 days' motorbike ride in the direction of the salt flats. " 

Really? I think you could travel around the world in 160 days by motorbike if there were no more oceans (and salt deserts instead), so unless you've done it in every direction, I doubt, my little Max, that you can say there's nothing. But hey, if you want. Max doesn't want to go with them anyway. He's a loner. So to them hope, and to him the solitary ride towards new adventures and...

F…

Wait, my time machine! It's reactivating!


A mysterious studio, a Thursday at 4:44 p.m.

"Okay, so here, the girls separate from Max, who goes his own way. And that's it.
– No!
– Michel? Michel, you're on a permanent contract, but watch out, you're still on probation, eh!
– What if I told you we could still make the film last?
– But we don't even have a set budget at this point!
– What if I told you we could reuse the same sets?
– What... wait, that's impossible!
– Yes! We just have to remake the film... in reverse!
– No! Michel, I... you're... you're the one! The one from the writers' prophecy! The One Who Will Take Responsibility for His Shit!
– Look, I'm shimmering!
– Quick, tell us how to integrate such a shameful twist into the script while openly treating people like trepanned coypus!"