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.”