Random Doobings

The Torana drifted around the corner of the side street, tyres squealing, hotly pursued by the big marine humvee that seemed welded to it's rear bumper. The rear window of the Torrie smashed as several of the Humvee's shots came a bit too close for comfort.

Goodtime Slim wrenched the wheel around and mashed the accellerator harder. "She cannae tek mooch more o'this!" he cried in a mock scottish accent, "ur she'll blow!"

Captain Doobie, hunkered down in the passenger footwell amidst a myriad of empty bottles and chip packets, looked at Goodtime Slim. He took a deep breath.

"Look," he said, "there's nothing else for it. We're going to have to go to my father for help."
"Oh," replied Goodtime Slim, "fair enough."
"You don't understand. He's got the most disgusting habit on earth."
Goodtime Slim's face crinkled up in revulsion. "What, you mean he picks herpes scabs off of dogs' arses and eats them?"
There was a short pause.
"Alright," replied Captain Doobie, "he has the second most disgusting habit on earth."