Five minutes later, Greg found himself surrounded by police cars. Foolishly, driven by hunger, he gunned his electric chair right at the nearest police office. Of course, the police officer just stepped out of the way, and as Greg pulled back on the controls, the motors and gears of the chair whined and squealed under the heavy load and sudden change of direction.
"C'mon fat boy, give it over!" commanded one of the taller cops. Greg gunned the chair towards him, and...
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