"If you're in the area, I think I have an idea to have some fun ;)" I sent a text to Alex as we crossed the border into Arizona, we made a pitstop in New Mexico and had almost half of their police force chasing us.
"PULL OVER NOW, YOU'RE GOING TO PRISON FOR A LONG TIME, BUDDY!!" The sheriff, I could only assume, yelled over the megaphone, I had two things I could do and both of them were fun, I just didn't know which one I wanted to do.
"Hey, Jack, heads or tails?"
"Heads, why?" He said and I turned around, flipped off the cops, before cupping my hands around my mouth like a megaphone.
"NAH!! I WOULD RATHER NOT!" I yelled at the cops, they were still following us, so that didn't work. I felt my phone buzz in my jeans and pulled it out seeing that it was a call from Alex, so I held up one finger at the cops in a 'Hang on one-second sort of manner and answered the call.
"You've reached Satan's parlor, this is Jake, how can I be of service?"