He was just drifting off into what felt like a field of white fluffy clouds when he noticed there was another face swimming above him. Odd... faces were supposed to have people attached... And they didn't usually fly like that. He blinked at the face, but it had vanished again.<br/><br/>He lifted his head off the bottom of the trunk and peered out. They'd come to a stop. In some sort of ghetto. He didn't recognize the area, but it was hard to see from here. With a great effort, he heaved himself into a sitting position, then frowned. He'd have to climb over the lip of the trunk. At present, that seemed a daunting prospect. He glared at the obstacle for a long moment then simply leaned forward, draping his torso over the edge of the trunk, and began awkwardly kicking his feet. Slowly he worked his way farther and farther over the edge. Finally, the car spewed him out onto the pavement. He laughed a little at the though of the car vomitting people.<br/><br/>"Ha... heh heh..." he wheezed, trying to right himself, "I'm... I'm Vomit Man!"<br/><br/>Susiding into another round of the giggles, he gave up and just lay on the pavement.