A hand on my shoulder suddenly brought me to my senses,'hey, wait a minute' I thought, 'I know the smell of rancid semolina; it's Dude.' I swung around to greet my friend.
"Hey. What's up Dude?" I said, "Didn't think I'd crash into you along the sonic highway?"
"Shush!! No time to talk now" said Dude,"the Anti Neo-Nihilism cops are hot on my tail."
"Yeah, Yeah. They're able to scan your brain waves and pick up on tendencies towards creative abuse. So if you can spare it, I really need your help."
"Sure. No problem Dude, whatever you need."
"OK. Listen. They're put off the scent by active microwaves...they can't get a lock on; so if can you just stash me in yours until they're gone, that'd be great...I mean, you know, no pressure. I can always try next door?"