That's the last time he has ever directly spoken to me. From then on, I could feel him staring at me with his creepy bursts of laughter. Especially in the midst of a parking lot. So that is how I became the first human to ever have the medical condition of motorcycle-phobia.
Oblivious to my lifelong mental condition to which he had just contributed (motorcycle-phobia) RG09LBJ pootled down the street on his eponymously registered Lambretta, Rick-Rolling his head in time with nothing in particular, the little soprano engine whining petulantly. Suddenly
he brought his bike screeching to a halt as he noticed someone standing right in the middle of the road. As soon as he had completely stopped, he took a deep breath and looked up to see none other than Rick Astley obscuring the road.
He smiled slyly.
“Wait, Rick ASTLEY?!” he demanded. Rick Astley just smiled, his white trench coat swirling in the breeze. And then, the all-too-familiar synth music began. The kid knew, then, that he’d been had.