Ack! It's happening! Every time I go through Christmas (no, really, read it so you'll understand), I get this disturbing feeling that it will get me one day. I drive through as fast as I can get away with, just so I won't have to breathe too much of its air. And I can't help but shudder when Satan's Christmas Chicken follows me with its void eyes!

But now it's coming after me. That terrifying little hole in the highway town has constructed golems to hunt me down. Overweight, primary colored bicyclists! Tens and Twenties of them!! Christmas sent them out from town in all directions, pedaling toward me, ahead of me, around me!!! O GOD, O HELP! SAVE ME!!!!

Oh well, at least all but one were going with the flow of traffic.