"Shhh."  Jim almost laughed.  "Don't say stuff like that.  He'll get an ego and then won't go anywhere until her gets a paint job and I fix that problem with the exhaust,or that huge crack in the windshield everyone points and laughs at."  He rubbed the dashboard in as reassuring of a manner as he could.  "Aw don't worry Slappy, we won't be getting a batmobile, because there's limits to how cool the help you get from a dying star can be."

Jim drove in silence for a few minutes, thinking about what he saw on television.  "I don't know.  I mean, there was a lot of blood and I don't see how anyone could've survived that kind of situation."  Another pause.  "Before we left everyone on the floor was completely still so....  I can't see how that would be a good sign."

They weren't able to make it to the spot with all the trouble because of how much traffic there was.  That wasn't the problem.  What was was how people had just abandoned their cars miles from the trouble.  "Well I guess we're going to have to get off here."  He opened the door, paused for a second and then pulled a few things from the back.  "Do you want the crowbar or bat?  You know, just incase the star isn't really going to help and it was really just a help yourself kind of help it was going to give us.