"So, that's where you got the brains? I hope he gave some hash browns and scrambled goose eggs to go with it, Ig."
Jody wheeled around and headed back toward the house. The noise was deafening. The bike spewed dirt and gravel in the wake of its approach. Her head filled with the mad roar, Trish spied the empty doll-like head, bobbling crazily from the handlebars. A black mane streamed behind it, neck rimmed in ghastly red.