As Mark continued down the street against the blowing wind, he cursed his car, as well as everything that even slightly irritated him. As he was walking he passed by a shop where the owner came out and was locking the door. The man was of an ethnic descent but didn't have any hint of an accent, "Today is a terrible day for a walk, don't you have a car to drive? I can't imagine you were coming to my shop?"
Mark looked in the window, he was already soaked through and through, so pausing wouldn't hurt anything more. It was a barber shop and though he needed a haircut, "No, I'm headed home, I wish I had a sturdy, reliable vehicle, but mine's in the shop."
"I see." the man said politely with a smile. "Well, today is your lucky day!" the man said.
"Oh?" Mark said, preparing to turn down the offer of a ride. (He was sopping wet already and would only ruin the interior of the man's car.)
"Indeed it is! Normally I would just offer you a ride, my name's Adrian by the way," the man in his mid thirty's said extending his hand. "But today Ill do you one better!"
As Mark shook Adrian's hand it disconnected from him, and Adrian immediately turned and walked into the street.
Mark looked down, perplexed that something was in his hand. The 'gag' severed hand gave him a momentary startle as it seemed surprisingly real and was completely unexpected. The sudden yelling from the man in the street pulled Mark's attention away from the hand though.
"Ahhh! Oh yeah, that's the spot, Ehhhh. Ehhhrrrrrr. That feels good. Errrrr."
The noises the man made quickly degraded into an inhuman rumbling. As the man transformed into a Hummer before Mark's eyes. He squeezed the hand he was holding realizing he wasn't holding rubber or flesh, he was holding a pair of keys.