Scene: A driveway. The garage door opens to reveal Kromdale, hraust, and Quisyndia looking at a tarp covered object.
Hraust: This is it?
Kromdale: Yep. Wait until you see it.
Quisyndia: I sense disaster...
Kromdale: Bah! Check it out!
Kromdale whips the tarp off revealing an old motorcycle.
Hraust: Whoa! Bad idea!
Kromdale: No way! This is cool!
Quisyndia: You can't ride a motorcycle, Krom.
Kromdale: Not yet, but how hard can it be?
Hraust: Hard. You know how fast this goes?
Kromdale: As fast as I want it. Now I won't have to carpool with you losers.
Quisyndia: Can you reach the ground while riding it?
Kromdale: Why do I want to touch the ground while I'm riding it? I'll break my leg!
Quisyndia: Umm...
Hraust: Well, wear a helmet at least.
Kromdale: Helmet? I don't wear one while fighting trolls, now you want me to wear one? Sheesh.
Quisyndia: Are you getting lessons?
Kromdale: Lessons? What am I, a sissy?
Quisyndia: You should take lessons.
Kromdale: that's what I tell you about your magic. You don't listen, why should I?
Quisyndia: Umm...
Hraust: These things don't steer like a wagon you know.
Kromdale: They don't poop like the horses pulling a wagon either. Here, hold my axe.
Kromdale pulls up a crate and uses it to mount the motorcycle. Somehow he starts it.
Quisyndia: Can you reach the brake?
Kromdale: It was on the handle, but it gets in the way so I removed it.
Quisyndia: Um...
Kromdale: Well, here I go.
Quisyndia: I can't watch.
Krom guns the engine, but doesn't move.
Kromdale: What? It doesn't work.
Hraust: give it more throttle.
Kromdale: Its all the way!
Quisyndia: Oh, look, there is some sort of stand its on, here I'll kick it off.
Kromdale: NOOO! WAIIIT! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Hraust: Wow, look at him go.
Quisyndia: He was right, he doesn't need the pedals. His legs are flying off the back. He might go forevor.
Hraust: Well, except for that...oh my. I bet that hurt.
Quisyndia: Umm...