>gryphon
>EXT. DAY. Edwards Dry Lake, California. A SEMI TANKER drives
>hell-for-leather across the desert, pursued by a swarm of motorcycles,
>sand rails, pickups, and one wildly out-of-place FedEx truck. They're
>all heavily modified in various deeply ghetto ways and manned by
>BAD-LOOKING DUDES and DUDINES. On top of the tank, GUMI and RIN have
>set up a number of very large amps and are playing "No More Mr. Nice
>Guy" by Alice Cooper at a volume that can probably be heard fairly
>clearly in Bakersfield.
>
>INT. CAB OF TRUCK. ABHI GUPTA is bent over the steering wheel, which
>is almost bigger than she is, clearly only in control of the truck in
>the most nominal possible sense. On the middle of the dash, the
>hologram of TETO is playing the keyboard part of the song. The
>windshield is smashed and mostly missing, but Abhi has goggles on, so
>she can at least sort of see where she's going, not that it would make
>any practical difference if she couldn't just now.
>
>ABHI
>Oh, what a day! What a lovely day!
>