The Legendary Flat Tire

Jax rode Rayzen's motorcycle like he was carrying a ticking time bomb.

"I'm not ready for this, Finn!" he cried, stiff as a board. "If this bike gets scratched, Rayzen will bury me alive! Or worse—he'll roast me slowly while laughing like a villain! We're gonna die—"

"Relax, Jax. The road's empty," Finn said coolly, chewing on gum like it was just another casual ride. "We're just dropping off the bike. Simple."

"THIS HOLY MOTORCYCLE ISN'T JUST ANY BIKE, FINN!" Jax shouted, eyes wild. "This is THE boss's ride! If anything happens to it, he'll haunt me across dimensions!"

Suddenly—

BOOM!!!

It sounded like a gunshot. The bike jerked to the right.

"SNIPER!" Jax screamed.

"No, idiot! Flat tire!" Finn yelled, now slightly alarmed.

The motorcycle wobbled dangerously. Jax let go of the handles and started praying.

"I'm sorry, Rayzen! I'm sorry, Alea! I'm sorry, God—I'VE NEVER EVEN HAD A GIRLFRIEND!!"

Crash! They flew into a bush. Jax landed face-down with his helmet somehow stuck on Finn's butt.

Finn stood up first, brushing off leaves while trying not to laugh.

Jax? Still had his eyes closed. Still muttering prayers. Still in full drama mode.

"Am I dead?" he whispered.

Finn: "Technically, no. But your dignity might be."

Jax opened one eye and saw the motorcycle lying pitifully on its side.

"…Finn, can we fake our own kidnapping and flee the country?"