Sassy

The car screeched to a halt, the smell of burned rubber wafting out on the midnight mist.

"Oh shit. Ohshitohshitohshit!" This screech came from the largest of the three men in the car, and was let loose at an octave that made the others wonder, briefly, about the height of their companion's testicles. Their minds were swiftly re-focused, however, as the silhouette in the road began to stalk toward them with a very familiar swing of the hips.

"Oh shit," muttered the front-seat passenger, mentally forgiving the man in the backseat for his earlier shriek. Apparently Gooner had been quicker to recognize the situation. "Shit, Lizard Daddy, I'd know those curves anywhere! It's-"

"I know who it is, Chains," snapped the driver, knuckles whitening on the wheel. "It's that damn Sassy Alabaster!"

"What are we gonna' doooo?" wailed Gooner as he clutched at their head-rests.

"What do you mean, what are we going to do?" asked Lizard Daddy through gritted teeth. "We're gonna' run that bitch down!"


(Sassy)