[[Cityscape: JM on the phone with Matt, who has a flat tire]]
JM: ...So the nearest garage is about half a mile down the road from you. Want me to call a tow truck for you?
Matt: Nah, that's ok.
Matt: I figure I can drive it flat if it's just half a mile.
JM: Don't you have magnesium rims?
Matt: Yeah, I think it'll be fine if I go slow, but I could replace it if it gets damaged.
JM: Ok then, good luck.
[[JM reading a newspaper]]
<<Ring-ring Ring-ring>>
[[Matt on the phone, black cloud in the background]]
Matt: I will kill you in your sleep if you knew it was going to catch fire.
JM: High school chemistry classes are your FRIEND.