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 Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 6:48 am
*This is a singer Luke can mimic, and he's a second wind.* Back in the back, of a Cadillac! Number one with a bullet, I'm a power pack. They've got to catch me if they want me to hang. Cause I'm back on the track and I'm beatin' the flak. *The chorus kicks in.* Well, I'm back, Yes I'm back!
*Luke smiles and nods in approval, before he says to Bard.* They can't write a bad song. They try, but they can't.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 7:03 am
*Bard grins* They learned all their rhymes from Dr. Seuss though.
*he sings* Won't eat no ham, Sam-I-am....
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 7:18 am
*Luke laughs.* Yeah, there's one thing Weird Al hasn't done yet.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 7:23 am
That's because Weird Al only sings songs about eating food, never about not eating food.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 7:28 am
Yeah, eating food and the Amish. I don't think he's hit an AC/DC song yet, but it's just a matter of time. You oughtta call him up, let him know what you're thinking.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 7:41 am
Sure, I'll just give him a ring when I get home. He's on my speed dial, you know, because we talk so—
*a flash of lights and the blare of a siren interrupts his train of thought. Bard's face falls as he peers into the rearview mirror*
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 7:48 am
*Luke frowns and turns around to see a cop car right behind them.* Aw, s**t.
*Luke puts back on Bard's glasses and turns off the radio. He checks to make sure his seatbelt's secure as the Jag begins to slow down.*
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 8:36 am
*Bard pulls the Jaguar off the road and breaths out slowly. He checks the mirror, waiting for the state trooper to get out of the squad*
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 9:07 am
*Luke sighs a little, but keeps silent for once. The barlights flash red and blue, but the cop stays in his car for few minutes... Luke is about to comment, when the cop steps out of his car.*
*A State Trooper, wearing a heavy brown coat over his uniform, walks up to the driver's side of the Jaguar, carrying a small notepad in his hand.*
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 12:41 pm
*Bard thinks quickly, trying to come up with something reasonable to explain the situation, something that will get them back on the road quickly, and without a ticket. Unfortunately, when he opens his mouth, all he manages to say is*
What seems to be the problem, Officer?
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