He kicked and twisted and put all his energy into breaking free, but it was no use. Once the first few loops gave way the rest unravelled easily, and soon his head was barely attached to his body. The world around him went black, and he slumped forward as Oscar released his grip. "Toss this piece of garbage," he growled. "Let everyone see what happens when you fuck with Elmo."
Bert reached over, doing his best to avoid the threads of cotton and scraps of polyester, and opened the passenger door. He placed a hand on the shoulder of his dead friend's orange corpse and pushed him out onto the sidewalk. Avoiding the gaze of those permanently staring eyes. He closed the door and turned the key in the ignition. Just another day on the Street.