The Dangers of Joy-Riding

Mr. Riddlehocke slammed the security-room door open with a bang startling the two occupants. His son Jason was sitting at the only table with a Security Officer posted at his side.

�I can�t believe you�d do this,� Mr. Riddlehocke said as spittle flew from his mouth. �I had to borrow your grandfather�s spare chassis to drive over here.� He slapped his hand against the frail, elderly chest he was controlling. �This body is ready for reclamation. It almost didn�t get here!�

He then held up a small puppy and said, �Now get in here, it�s time you learned a lesson.�