The scene is full of irritated people and curious observers as I pull up on my bike.
“Hey, what’s going on?” I shout to one of the latter, a shaggy polar bear.
“The bus broke down in the middle of the road! Nobody was hurt, though.” The blonde-bearded man replies, scratching under his armpit and wiping his forehead with the same hand.
“Ugh, not again,” I reply, shaking my head.
“When will these people realize that martians understand basic mechanics?”
Beardo-Bear scoffs.
“When they give us our planet back!”