Benjamin Van Heusen was sitting in his Harley on the side of the road. "I'm a Geek for Breaking You" by The Raspberries was squawking on the radio. He turned the radio off.
For no apparent reason, he felt for his ear and his lip and his throat. They were all there. That was good. Also, his mouth was not warping. That was good, too.
He felt yappy. He must have had quite a nap. What time is it? He looked at the clock. Seven p.m. About what you'd expect, still on schedule. The nap had taken no time at all.
He looked out the window. There was a jungle visible across the road, but nothing special to see. Probably time to get going. He started up his Harley and took off down the road. "Joogycena jawrewig," he thought to himself.