As proof of the adage \"we only hurt the ones we love,\" Bukkake Earlobe takes his friend Vito out to lunch but shoves him into traffic after they exit the restaurant. Where there once was a young man full of sound and musical ideas, joie de vivre, and beef lo mein, naught remains but a hideous smear of gore, twisted car parts, and partially digested soba. And yet, the modern artform that now decorates the nameless streets of this metaphorical city still resembles that which came before it, in a pseudo-neo-post-Surrealist kind of way.
In short: Vito brings the storms, the 'Lobe brings the lightning rods. The masses scream for pause, but weathermen such as these see no red, like Bruce Willis in Color of Night. \"Your traffic lights have no effect on us!\" they shout in reply, careening through their craft heedless of the splattering of bodies and food, knowing full well that smearing themselves on the ground is all part of the process. Grab some headphones or crank those speakers and put your ear to the road. Hear the smear.