Slamming on the brakes, GS stopped George in the middle of the road, ran 'round the side, ripped open the door and began frantically attacking the roof with a staple gun. As BJ started to scream wildly, GS stopped, realizing that she had (accidently, of course) stapled most of BJ's scalp to the roof.
"Heh," GS said, jumping to george's roof. Sliding into her seat via the newly installed sunroof, Sara pulled a "u-ie" while flicking the rocket boosters to "EXTRA HIGH. EXTREME DANGER," (George had recently been souped up. The Camry had been a rental.) They careened down the road in the opposite direction, with the delighted screams of "GGGGG FORRRRRCEEEEESSSS"1 from NJ and Phoebe in the backseat with their cheeks wiggling, and the not-so-delighted screams of BJ, who was plastered against the window, still attached to the roof.
Knowing that they soon would be passing the NBK, [Natural Born Karen] Sara, ever so kind, turned around and asked the Jasmines and Phoebe, asking "Ought we pick her up? I mean, she is our friend and all...Bitchy Jasmine?"
"OWWWWWWW, HEEEEEELLLLLPP MEEEEEEEE, MY SCAAAAAALLLLLLPPPPP" was the only thing that BJ could get out, face in a look of complete terror. Or pain. Or possibly excitement.
Sara gave her a look of disgust. "Come on now, stop thinking about yourself all the time." Turning to the others, she said "Normal Jasmine? Phoebe? What do you guys think?"
"NOOOOOO!" NJ and Phoebe screeched in unison.
"What?" Sara said, shocked. "You don't want to pick her up?"
"NOOOOOO!" NJ and Phoebe screeched in unison again.
"You guys!" Good Sara sputtered. Stunned at their complete disregard for the well-being of their friend, she turned around and dodged both the oncoming semi and crossing train at the last second. "Well," she said, unfazed and unnoticing of the enormous sighs coming from the backseat, "I think we have a right to at least bring her along."
Pressing the red button (don't EVER PUSH IT, EEEEEEK2) George's yellow trunk (Paint job -- yellow is less noticable to policemen than red) popped open, the large mechanical cherry-picker-esque arm zipped out and to the side of the road where Karen sat. Good Sara watched the rearview mirror to make sure Karen got in all right, since she'd recently been having problems with the Hostage Holder - Trunk Version 2 (tm). Relieved to see that it got all of Karen in except for her left leg, Sara settled in for the Long Drive to the East Side, where she knew Bad Sara would be heading. Checking, of course, each car as she passed them.3
