Cripley: Let’s go to TC’s for beer and stupidity!
Radar: I like beer!
Gingerman: We can take my Jeep, because it lacks creature comforts and is prone to tipping!
Later
Cripley: TC’s was fun!
Radar: I like beer!
Gingerman: Not tipping my Jeep over counts as a win!
Then, alongside a car ahead, there are two lights. Two lights bouncing down the road. Except they’re not lights. They’re reflections from G-man’s headlights.

*Horror ensues*
Cripley: Dude, pull over! *points at Fluffy*
Radar: Dude, pull over! *points at Fluffy*
Dude: Fucking crazy frat boys.
Dude: Hi officer, what’s the problem?
Motorcycle Cop: Get out of the car!
[Dude exits from the car]
Dude: I don’t think I was speeding. Was I weaving or something?
Motorcycle Cop: Shut your mouth, sir! You know, if I weren’t in uniform, I’d split your skull with the butt of this revolver faster than you can say, “police brutality!”
Dude: Well whatever I did, I’m sure I can explain…
[the motorcycle cop forcibly makes Dude opens his door, which has a cat tail shut in it]
Motorcycle Cop: Explain this, you son-of-a-bitch!
Dude: Oh my God…

Dead Pussy? Sounds like my ex wife.