... Muffy turned towards the noise, wondering what could have caused it. Let's face it ... it's dark. We're outside a trailer park, next to a biker bar. How many Drool Cases would be out here at this time?
A young lady stooped over to pick up what she had dropped.
"Oh, heck!", she exclaimed, using one of those descriptive terms she reserved for those moments when everything is going wrong.
"My calculator is broken! Now, I'll have to start all over again with my determination of the number of possibilities and permutations of conspiracy tie-ins."
Realizing there were other people in her vicinity, she innocently approached the two gentlemen standing by the automobile. "Hey, guys. Could you give me a ride?"
Spider and his companion eagerly accepted the young lady's offer. "So, what's your name, sweet lady? And, what are you doing out here so late at night?", asked Spider, as he put the expensive new vehicle in gear and drove away.
"Precious", said ... uh ... Precious, as she related her theories to them. Spider and his companion were enthralled at the various theoretically possible connections that could be made between people who in reality have nothing in common.
As they drove away, Muffy's former companion (Rear) wobbled to his feet.
In the distance, Spider's companion was heard to exclaim ... "Hey! She's gone! What the ... What happened to ... uh .. you know ... our other passenger!"
"You let Muffy get away?", screamed Spider!
The silence of the night was pierced by the screeching of tires as Spider slammed on the brakes. |
