As I am dragged over the asphalt and concrete I feel the skin burn on my ass and feet. I grasp your wrist to try to obtain some balance. I notice a dead squirrel becomes entangled with my feet. My foot shakes with a fierce tenacity to rid myself of the expired creature. I then glance at you and then down the street. In the distance I see some people, appearing to be a crew of ruffians. I noticed the chains and pipes and other makeshift melee weapons in their hands as they grew closer. And suddenly to my surprise, they did the mash. They did the monster mash, the monster mash. It was a graveyard smash, they did the mash. It caught on in a flash. They did the mash, they did the monster mash.