@KiKi88 could be here" he thought, "I've never been in this neighbourhood before. There could be a keekster anywhere." The cool wind felt good against his bare chest. "Keekster is a seed stealer" he thought. Sweet Dreams are Made of These reverberated his entire car, making it pulsate even as the cheap whiskey circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of keekster after dark. "With a car, you can go anywhere you want" he said to himself, out loud.