"Ziggy. Yo!" someone shouted. "X-Fire here. We have to be there at 8, and you're still sleeping like a log! VAMOOSE!" Understandably, Ziggy was very sleepy, as it'd been a long night last night (in a perfectly non-sexual way). Though it was morning, X-Fire seemed very active - possibly unnaturally so. Showering, Ziggy admired the craftsmanship on the tiles that surrounded him. Returning to reality, he hopped out, put on some clothes, and joined X-Fire on the growling bike waiting outside. "Queasy... I feel so queasy..." Ziggy pressed. "Put your foot on the brake, would you?". Observing Ziggy's slight illness, X eased off and ground to a halt outside a large petrol station. "'New diesel...'" he announced, for no apparent reason.

Marching around their method of transport judgingly, Ziggy examined X-Fire's performance of filling the chopper with petrol. Lovely job, he did, with the exception of one thing - this bike was stolen.

Karen Washowski owned it before, and he needed a ride from the cops, so his animal instincts took over, and he just grabbed it out of nowhere. Just to confirm, he had never done anything like this before, and never plans to again. It creates far too much attention and publicity. He was reserved, and didn't get along with either of those things - but back to the story...

"Go, go, go!" Ziggy shouted, as a panda car shot past at some speed. Flashing his badge at the two gents, the policeman span a u-turn and rocketed towards the two-wheeled monster. "Eee-ooooo... eee-oooo," the siren shouted mercilessly, as the car smashed into the back of Ziggy.

Caught. Boohoo - the two men sit in a cell, contemplating their adventures. "A fun day, methinks," X-Fire declared.