“I think I need to talk to you about something.”
“Yeah? What’s up?”
“You know my new Mercedes? It’s haunted.”
“…Haunted.”
“Yeah.”
“You’ll have to elaborate on that.”
“In the morning when I get into my E-Class, I get … deluged by this wave of fawning spirits. They love me! They lavish me with praise. They’re proud of everything I’ve done.”
“Are they maybe ancestors of yours?”
“I think they’re ancestors of the car.”
“Of the car.”
“Yeah. Also, when I drive the C-Class–“
“You have a C-Class too?”
“Don’t interrupt me. When I’m driving the C-Class at high speeds, an incorporeal tune-up crew starts, like, changing my wheels and shit. I almost ran the car off the road. And don’t even get me started on that one time the brick wall appeared and the E-Class raced right through it — but I saw the carnage when I turned my head and… dude, who are those guys behind you?”
“Go with them. Go with the men in the white coats.”
“But why?”
“Just GO.”
