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Speaker Frame

Once upon a time there was a happy little land. In this happy little land there just so happened to be a happy little town. This happy little town was, surprisingly enough, full of happy little people. And amongst these happy little people lived an eccentric billionaire who is more or less the main focus of this story.

Now obviously nobody cares how this billionaire became a billionaire (for all we care, it could have easily have been by selling railroad shares in the 50's) but what is important is the fact that this billionaire had a son. A son with no class, no taste, a billion friends, and more money then a Swedish bank. Now, let's forget about that aforementioned billionaire and focus on his son.

One day in the 90's of something our idiot billionaire's son decided that he would build something along the lines of a go-cart. Now, obviously, he could have built the frame himself, but being a billionaire's son, he was more lazy then a east German police man. So, he bypassed the entire build-it-yourself frame and found one off of some kinda small truck. He then went ahead slapping together a few other parts to it with his limited knowledge in automobiles, added some speakers, and took it for a road test.

Now, in most normal worldly places, you need a specific thing called a license plate attached to your vehicle before you can drive it on public roads. This though, was not present on the project. And with it on the road, you'd think that he'd be nabbed by the coppers faster then a blue hedgehog in a green hill zone, but, as it turns out, this was not the case. For, you see, this was a small town. And this specific son was the son of a billionaire. A billionaire, who you could say owned the entire town in a sense (rumor has it bribes where involved). With this in mind, as you see, this specific billionaire's son could drive his creation on the roads without a care in the world.

Let's skip all the boring gobbledegook that happens after this and jump to roughly 3 months in the future or something. Where the year is still somewhere in the 90's.

Now, you see, the sheriff who ran these parts was obviously not doing his job properly (bribes) so this specific creation (by this point, dubbed Speaker Frame) had continued to defy the regular law. Then one day, our favourite billionaire's son decided to do something that would change history as we know it (well, if this was real which it is not but you're going to continue believing it because I said so). How did he do this you may ask? Simple. He took it to the local interstate to see how fast he could drive it.

Now, you see, the interstate was not patrolled by the aforementioned sheriff, but rather by a regional police force which consisted of who cares how many patrol cars and even more men. You can see where this is heading.

Needless to say, our billionaire's son wound up in the regional police station's jail and his father had to bail him out. Speaker frame though, stayed in the impound lot.

Cue, a prop company in 2005-ish who was wandering the area looking for, well, props. Interestingly enough, they wandered down to the very same regional police station which happened to have an old police van up for sale. While they where negotiating a price, one of the men spotted this very Speaker Frame rotting in the back corner. Obviously, the police department sold it to them for a bargain.

The prop company, had no idea what to do with the thing, and it sat in the back of an ex-airplane hanger for the next three years or so. It was then rediscovered and put to some good use in... A junk yard in the background of a movie. Which would be the last time it would be ever seen...

...Or would it? Next thing you know, some guy in Florida on the internet saw this in the background, who just so happened to have connections to the very props company. He managed to find some directions to the very junk yard where it was still sitting, in very bad shape by this point, and brought it back to his place. Before you could say "Hey, look! An alien!" he had it fixed up to near-ish mint-ish condition. Then, he put it on his front lawn and to this day it still sits there. Albeit, with a garden gnome on the drivers seat, but still there.

This brings us to the moral of this story, which is, don't invest in Swedish banks. Unless your Swedish.


Good day.