Something about the mule was most outrageous. Raising his head, he peeped over the kid and let loose with a blast from his smooth flute. Raising his head once more he demanded meth.
At the same time, a woodsman jumped off the motorcycle and glided through the air with the aid of a black leather cape. The mule thrust a wicked sword at the mysterious man in the black cape and put it in his face. He proudly stroked the lumberjack, demanding to have his way.