"Nebraska." The wee man replied.
"I can take you a couple hours down the road," I said, "But that's about it."
"Sounds good, thank you."
"Not a problem," I said. Reaching over, I grabbed him by the face, and crammed him into the glove compartment..
As I drove, I could hear him yelling things like "I can't breathe!" or "Let me out!" I ignored his cries, and continued to drive. After some time, the midget went silent. Maybe he fell asleep, I thought. I often fell asleep as a passenger... something about the soothing movement of the car. So, anyways, to wake him, I veered off the road, into a bumpy looking field..... nothing. Not a peep.
"Odd," I said, aloud. "Little fella must be a deep sleeper. Satisfied with my deduction, like usualy, I drove back onto the main road.
By then, I had to pee. The bumps hadn't helped any, either. I stopped at the nearest rest area. Once there, I went to check on my passenger. Maybe he had to pee, or stretch his puny legs.
Upon opening my glove compartmen, I found the little man..... he wasn't moving.... his eyes were open.
"Maybe he sleeps with his eyes open? My uncle did that...." I poked him. Nothing.... then, I got an idea. I poked him in the eye. Nothing. Again. Nothing. Harder. Nothing. Harder yet. The eye collapsed.
Panic set in.... what if he was in a coma? I pulled the tiny man from the glove compartment, and carried him to the outhouse. I quickly dropped him down the hole. He landed with a thick splash. I took the opportunity to relieve myself, then, and got back in my car. The drive home was nice, and quiet....
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