Zen: We are leaving Right Now.
Rez: Allllriiight!
Gaudior: By all means, let's burn rubber.
Reziphel Ofanim, if we go RIGHT NOW, you can ignore traffic laws,
politeness, and safety considerations.
Rez: (GRIN) Oh. Oh-oh-oh... ohGodyes! Yes!
YES! So I take it you'd like me to drive to Peru now?
Janet: Hold on a second I need my purse.
Zen: The other Now. (Picking up Janet as
he follows the sprinting Ofanite triumphantly waving some car keys.)
Janet: Wait I have a run in my --
(whap)
Zen: Sorry about that.
Janet: That was my head hitting the doorframe
you young wet behind the milk feathered -- Is He Driving My --
Stop this right now. Zenanial dear, PUT ME DOWN!
(Sounds of bodies hastily entering a revving
car.)
Appoggee: Bark, Bark. (Scrambles into a
"safe" place in the car.)
(Some hollering is heard through the windows,
albeit somewhat muffled due to the noise of a large V8 converting tires
into smoke and noise. The car effortlessly parts some jaywalkers halfway
down the block, glides across the sidewalk a bit and makes an impossible
90 degree turn, and is last heard dopplering down the street. The screen
door slams shut on the row house, and a hubcap spins madly in a little
circle near some dazed jaywalkers.)
Jaywalker (looking rather startledly at two
strips of burnt rubber that circumnavigate him): Was that a squirrel
in the front seat?
Other Jaywalker: Yea, in a little tupperware
container full of eyes.