Ernest is passed out under your K-car.
He appears to be wearing an exact replica of the sequined suit worn by Neil Diamond when he first performed "Sweet Caroline" live in 1969. Typical. It must have been a pretty wild night.
You gently tap his protruding belly with your toe. He stirs.
"Muuuuhhg. Nyyyyuk," he burps out.
"Uhhhhh I didn't quite catch that Ernest, but would you mind getting out from under my car, I really need to get going."
He remains generally unresponsive until, after much more ineffective prodding, you jump into your car and rev up to 5000 rpms. Quick as a flash, he has transplanted his slumped form into the seat next to you.
"Man. It's a good thing you woke me. Can I get a lift to work?"
You obviously have a decision to make. As you start to roll out of the drive-way you...