I ran away as fast as I could. I heard ‘em starting up so I took to the hills. I had a bad dream one night concerning those hoop skirts and string ties. I was cornered by a group of geriatrics and forced to allemande left, dosado, and promenade for hours. I finally got myself free when I slipped the clutch, swept a quarter, wheeled around, and walked and dodged out of there. If you don’t believe, look up these terms. Sweet dreams.