Everyone needs someone to watch over them, especially while driving around my part of the country. So, thanks to a dear friend of mine, I have someone to watch out for me.
The Dark Lord Sauron himself.
As you likely know, he found himself unemployed after a minor mistake at his last job. Fortunately, though, he and the small army of orcs who live in my glove compartment are great protection for the car when I’m out and about. Now all I need to do is train them to carry the groceries into the house.