“Vacca Vale: Welcome Home,” scoffed Todd, but he looked sort of emotional to me. “What the hell kinda slogan is that.” “More like—Vacca Vale: Don’t Touch the Rust,” said Malik. “Vacca Vale: Excuse Me, Sir, Are You Lost?” I added. “Vacca Vale: We’ll Clean It Up in the Morning,” said Todd. We laughed. We warmed. We didn’t know who we were trying to impress.
