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You’ve got a whole night of tomfoolery ahead of you–might as well conserve that remaining energy, right? Stretching out as much as you can in your sidecar, you take in the sights as the road snakes upwards into redwood-covered hills that haven’t burned down yet.
Glancing back at the rest of the wagon train, you feel a slight bit of relief when you see all of the vehicles following close behind. Sensing your gaze, Eddie gives you a friendly wave from the van’s driver’s seat while Mitz sticks her arm out the jeep window to flip you the bird. <span class="mu-i">They’re</span> certainly in good spirits.
Before you can really get into some retaliation, a trio of <span class="mu-r">HOT RODS STUFFED WITH SKELETON GREASERS</span> burst from the fern-dotted hill! Surrounding your convoy, the rodders waste no time in aiming their weapons at you and your friends!
“Hey there, girly!” Hoots one of the pompadoured patrolmen as he and two of his friends point the business ends of their <span class="mu-r">N4 RIFLES</span> at your face, “Think you cats might be a bit lost, dig?”
And you think he might be a bit <span class="mu-s">STUPID,</span> you growl! You’re here for the shindig at the <span class="mu-g">DRIVE-IN!</span>
“No clue what you’re talkin’ about, baby!” Retorts your would-be shooter. “Now spin an’ split before these trigger fingers get <span class="mu-s">itchy</span>, dig?!”
What the <span class="mu-i">HELL</span>, you growl as you reach into your pocket!
“Stan, don’t test these guys…” Ly warns as you quickly rummage! You’re not <span class="mu-i">testing</span> them, okay? You’re grabbing your radio so Stripes can sort these idiots ou-
Oh <span class="mu-i">damn</span> it…
Glancing back towards the jeep, you watch in growing horror as Art struggles to obey the commands given to him by the <span class="mu-r">ROCKABILLY PATROL</span> while also juggling what seems to be some kind of tongue-lashing from who you can only presume to be <span class="mu-g">BLUMENKRANTZ</span> over the radio. Damn, you’re surprised you can hear him from here!
“Da’ radio’s a bit preoccupied, but maybe someone else can call in?” Ly suggests as Gus wordlessly revs his bike’s engine. There’s no <span class="mu-i">time</span>, dang it!
What do?
>TELL THESE ASSHOLES YOU KNOW CLIFF! STRIPES! HAULIE-PAULIE!
>WHAT DO THEY WANT? BRIBES? TRY GIVING THEM SOMETHING! (SNACKS? MERMAID SMUT? DENISE?)
>GET MITZ OR SOMEONE TO RADIO STRIPES! FRIGGIN’ ART….
>THREATEN THEM TO CUT THE CRAP OR THEY’LL REGRET IT!
>HEED THE WARNING AND TURN AROUND–YOU CAN FIGURE THIS OUT WITHOUT HAVING GUNS POINTED YOUR WAY, THANKS!
>WRITE-IN!
