You're walking out into the darkness after the show, ears still ringing, when you see a man in the parking lot. He's wearing what appear to be bright white moon boots and a cardigan the color of television tuned to a dead channel.
Curiosity aroused, you try to ask casually "Nice boots man, where d'you get them?"
"Everyone wears them where I come from." The man replies. "Would you like to visit? Our cannelloni's are excellent, the best in the galaxy. And we have schnapps."
You notice nearby trees are giving off an unearthly glow, as if from within. Stuttering slightly, you mumble excuses about it being late and needing to get back to feed the cats.
Oblivious, the man jumps on the nearest motorbike and fires it up with humming sound unlike any Harley you've heard before. Gradually it begins to levitate several inches above asphalt.
Raising his voice over the gathering din of the bike, the man calls out "Well, aren't you coming? Jump on!"
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