For a cop, the guy was polite, friendly, and understanding. In my experience, that was unusual, but certainly welcome, for the moment. He'd even accepted my explanation that I'd been disoriented by traveling between dimensions, and torn up the ticket he was about to give me for having my bike in a section of park that was off-limits to motor vehicles.
Then again, the fact that he'd then called my in explicitly as a "dimensionally displaced person" told me that this particular part of the multiverse was a bit more experienced - and hopefully mature - about such things than some places I'd visited. Of course, that meant there was paperwork involved, but you can't have everything.
"Thanks, Sergeant Schweickert, I really appreciate this," I said, as I rolled the bike up onto the towing hitch he'd hooked to the back of his patrol car.
"Don't worry, son, we get this kinda thing all the time."
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Sucrose Octanitrate.
Proof positive that with sufficient motivation, you can make anything explode.
Then again, the fact that he'd then called my in explicitly as a "dimensionally displaced person" told me that this particular part of the multiverse was a bit more experienced - and hopefully mature - about such things than some places I'd visited. Of course, that meant there was paperwork involved, but you can't have everything.
"Thanks, Sergeant Schweickert, I really appreciate this," I said, as I rolled the bike up onto the towing hitch he'd hooked to the back of his patrol car.
"Don't worry, son, we get this kinda thing all the time."
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Sucrose Octanitrate.
Proof positive that with sufficient motivation, you can make anything explode.