One day over a meal of especially spicy curry, he sees two guys he’s never seen before who are each carrying their own skateboard & they walk into the restaurant and sit down, setting their skateboards down not more than 3 feet from where the once great roller skate celebrity is sitting. As he eats curry and his face is burning from the spiciness, he is overcome by nostalgia and a spirit that he had not felt in what felt like a lifetime. He gets up and asks the two men with the skateboards if he can duct tape one board to each foot and “go for a spin” the two guys smile knowingly as though the universe had brought them there for this precise event, and one of them pulls a roll of pink duct tape from his jacket and hands it to the once great celebrity, while the other hands over both skateboards. ‘Keep the skateboards’ one of the men says and before he could be responded to, both of the guys vanish in a puff of purple smoke, the skateboards and duct tape left in the possession of the ac worker who was once the great roller skater. He quickly tapes one skateboard to each foot and finishes his spicy curry as he rolls out the door, carefully setting his bowl next to the doorstop. Now he is picking up momentum rolling down the road and he does the splits, as though a force greater than anything on earth was pulling him lower and closer to the ground. He gained speed until he was going at least 985 kph, and faster than butter chicken on naan he was gone, zooming out into the sunset like a fighter jet