Hmmmmmmmmmmzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

He has to find a way to speak, to get the energy from some hidden reserve, or else he will go deaf from the delirious buzzing.

“Well, you wanna tell me hw’appened back there, g’zactly. I mean, if yer gonna be gettin my sideviews blown off n’all…”

The hitchhiker snots. It’s a wet raspberry between tightened lips. He tries to hold back laughter but it comes out as a quaking fit.

“Ghaaahaaahaha.”

“Was’so funny?” The driver can’t be that annoyed, now that he’s gotten the hitchhiker to respond.

“The girl.”

“H’wat? Wha’girl?”

“I dunno. The one back there, at th’party.”

“H’yeah, thir were lotsa girls. Red’eads, brunettes, pritty ones, reeeeeal pritty ones…”

“Jeez. I guess it was a darkish blond, wi’a lil bit a red thrown in…”

“Ha, ha. Well that clears it up nice.” The driver sinks back and turns quickly to glance at the hitchhiker. He wants to take in this rare moment of brotherly jibing, without appearing to enjoy it too much. His tiredness has retreated for now.

“W’she one a tha lookers?”

“Sure, sure. Famous n’all that.”