“All units assist in the pursuit of a yellow Buick, level twenty-two seven-oh-one.”

Officer Tudor and his partner were having lunch in their car, parked at the side of the road at the two-hundred and fiftieth level. When the crackling sound of the police despatcher’s voice interrupted them, Tudor picked up the transmitter reluctantly and monotonously droned, “Unit forty-seven, we’re on our way.”

His partner looked up at him incredulously. Really? He shook his head. No! He pushed his partner’s head back down. Don’t stop! He closed his eyes and continued moaning loudly–

Before he could orgasm though, Corby’s yellow Buick appeared out of nowhere and scratched the side of their car as it was moving along, making a terrible racket and sending sparks flying everywhere. And then it was gone before they knew it.

Befuddled, Tudor and his partner looked at one another.

“Whoa!” Officer Tudor intoned.