OH MY GOD LOOK AT THAT!

An enormous fireball lights the night sky, annihilating the warehouses by the dock.  The dastardly plans of the nefarious Dr. Edward Ville are laid to rest.  The moon is safe from destruction. 

            A silver convertible screams away from the flaming warehouses, laying a thick layer of rubber on the pavement.  The driver, a dapper English gentleman wearing an impeccable tuxedo, steers casually with one hand on the wheel.  The long hair of his passenger, Inga, streams behind her from the sheer velocity of their travel.  She is a buxom Swedish nuclear physicist. 

            “Thank you for saving me James.”  Inga takes a deep breath, chest heaving beneath her thin white t-shirt.  “I love you.” 

            James turns to her with a grin, looking deeply into her eyes.  “I know,” he answers.  Leaning in, they share a passionate kiss. 

            Only to be interrupted by the maniacal laughter of Dr. Edward Ville, flying above in his personal jetpack!  “You haven’t won yet!” he yells over the sound of laser fire from his weapons system, as he tries to blow up the convertible.  Inga screams, and James deftly swerves the car from side to side.  A lucky shot blows one of the rear tires, and the suddenly out of control convertible smashes through a guardrail and sails over the edge of a cliff.  It quickly sinks to the cold floor of the Pacific.  The doctor hovers above the ocean, laughing wildly  and firing his lasers in exultation before speeding away.  As soon as the evil scientist is out of sight, James and Inga burst to the surface, saved by the scuba gear cleverly concealed in James’ tuxedo. 

“Care for a midnight swim, my dear?” James asks. 

“Oh James,” Inga says with a giggle, throwing her arms around him and kissing him deeply.