I'm the mousketeer they never talk about, but can't get rid of.
I'm necessary for the others to exist.
Usually they keep me locked up in Orlando... but sometimes I give them the slip. Out through the ventilation ducts, down through the manhole behind the Country Bears Jamboree, and through the storm drains that run under Epcot. Once I can get to an RV park, the rest is easy.
I can't stay away forever. I'll be back, of course. When I'm ready. When I've had enough. When I'm full.