The Sentinels wrong time small crime

But Sam was gone, hurtling down a kaleidoscopic road on a trip of his life. 

And he wanted Ghost in the passenger seat, choosing tunes and managing snacks. With whatever sense he had left, the large wolf launched himself at his friend with the aim of bowling her over and dropping the now slobbery mouthful of mushrooms into her throat. 

"See," he would whisper in her ear, drooling. "See."

Written so that doing dr00gz is optional.