Aaron's neighbour got in... well, Aaron's new body, and turned the ignition. 'Who would leave such a beast just...erm...lying in their backyard? Plymouth Cuda's are worth like thousands and thousands of dough!' The neighbour shouted.
Aaron was pleased that he was his favourite muscle car - the Plymouth Hemi Cuda - but to have a 20 year old hooligan who gets drunk every night driving his new form around wasn't his idea of fun.
His massive engine roared out into the empty street as the neighbour (look, let's just call him Jacob) drove him down the driveway and off into the town. People all over the street turned their heads as Jacob in his Plymouth passed, leaving streams of smoke for pedestrians to cough in.
Now the two were driving on the highway, roaring along at 150 miles per hour, only to get stopped by the police. Of course, this was not going to turn out well for Aaron, was it? Considering that he had set the timer for quite a long time, about a week, it probably wasn't.
The officer approached Aaron's muscle car form. 'What seems to be the problem, officer?' Jacob stammered, obviously drunk.
'Are you kidding me? You were driving at least four times over the speed limit! Do you have anything to say for yourself, smart guy?'
Of course, being the drunk he was, Jacob stuttered out the totally wrong thing. 'Well, if I'm going to jail, could you return this car to this address, pleazzzzz?' He handed the cop a piece of paper with Aaron's address, who knows why he has it...
'You means this car is stolen?'
'I think so...' Queasy as hell, Jacob threw up on Aaron's seat. If Aaron had a mouth instead of a shiny chrome grill, he'd have thrown up too.
'You're under arrest, sir!' The cop shouted, opening the door and throwing the drunkard out, handcuffing him in asn instant. He took him to his Impala cop car, then came back and inspected Aaron. 'Well, let's get you back to your home, eh, girl?'
Well, at least there'd be no more vomit on his seats now that he was locked away.