Tales From The Morgue xx-xx-xx The Highway Of Death

And now, M&J Audio Theater presents Chet Chetters, Tails, From The Morning. The right and strange. I wasn't expecting visitors today, but what a pleasant surprise.

I do have a seat there, weren't you? And let me get you a glass of lemonade. You seem a bit hot. There you are. It is to your liking. Oh, good idea. Allow me to introduce myself.

I am Chet Chetter. I am the Morgatinden here and I sought a fancy myself a storyteller. I would like to tell you one if you have the time. Oh, you do, well, good. Let's see now.

Ah, yes. My story for today is about a man from the Luxy who was on his way to pick up a load of maneuver. Yeah, it was on a lonely dock my way, and things seemed a bit unusual to this man.

It was a routine in the near pick-up. That's what that means. You take one day and you measure around 98 bottles of beer in the wall, you 98 bottles of... What am I doing? Shut up, Elmer.

Singing to yourself, talking to yourself. I gotta stay away. What did they do? Take Oklahoma off the map? See what this thing says here. I took the Clarksville exit. I did that. I turned it the turn pack. I did everything the map says.

Oh, come on now. What in the world is this? I ain't speeding. I can't believe this. He ain't gonna. He is gonna pull me over. I just can't believe it. What a night. All right. Okay.

Okay. This is definitely not I-35. Damn. Uh, uh, can I help you officers? Yes. Can I see your license and registration, please? Oh, uh, sure, sure thing, sure thing. Uh, there you go. Uh, that there's before I shaped my beard and I live in Bluxy now.