Under the sickly sunset-yellow sky they looked @ the 4-way highway before them, screaming with racing car after car.
Then they looked @ each other–but Foot only @ a glance. It didn’t dare look Meter in the eye.
Then Foot shuddered when it saw Meter reach its hand out toward Foot, as if–No. That’s impossible.
It took a few steps ‘way from Meter with a deep frown.
I’d better get out o’ here soon, before that thing decides it wants to touch my instruments or something.
Quit being a bitch. Be an Imperial.
Foot took a deep breath & then stormed down the highway, only to be run o’er by the ghost o’ Herby the Politically-Correct Crab.
Moral: Racists should protect themselves by staying ‘way from busy highways.