Nellie Weatherford was sitting in her Volkswagon on the side of the road. "You're a Snake for Delighting Me" by The Smirks was squawking on the radio. She turned the radio off.
For no apparent reason, she felt for her piehole and her chest and her tongue. They were all there. That was good. Also, her piehole was not feeling numb. That was good, too.
She felt mournful. She must have had quite a nap. What time is it? She looked at the clock. Twelve a.m. About what you'd expect, still on schedule. The nap had taken no time at all.
She looked out the window. There was a cesspool visible across the road, but nothing special to see. Probably time to get going. She started up her Volkswagon and took off down the road. "Gamywoocu lyflywij," she thought to herself.