The Seminole County Fun Sheriff got off his nifty bike and strolled up to the car.

"Good afternoon, sir." He honked his red nose. "My name is Sargeant Whizzbang and I am with the fun police. Do you know why I pulled you over?"

"No idea. I'm pretty sure I was only having a legal amount of fun."

"That may be true, but you were overflowing with awesomeness. Too much awesomeness is a crime in this county."

"I was? I mean, I know that I have a tendency to be pretty awesome, but I didn't think I was awesome this time. I was listening to Avril Lavigne on my radio and even dancing a little bit. That doesn't seem awesome to me."

"Normally, since being a man in your thirties dancing to Avril Lavigne is the opposite of awesome, we'd let you off with a fun warning, but I can't today."

"Why not, officer? I'm sorry that I was exceeding the awesomeness, but I couldn't help it. I exuberated past a totally downer truck."

"Unfortunately, thanks to the budget crisis, we had a fun trap set up, and we're not allowed to issue anything except LOLing violation tickets."

"I really don't think I was awesome enough for a ticket, though."

"I clocked you at 90 zipadeedoodahs per hour in a 65 zph zone."

"Well, that is pretty fucking awesome."