"Faster! Faster! FASTER!" The woman screams then falls next to Boxer. She makes another X on the wall.

"Are you fucking serious. Faster doesn't mean better." Boxer says sitting up bored.

"Dude you are one hot hard core angel. Boys like you are what keep my motor running."

Boxer rolls his eyes. "How is this even fair? I only came one and I barley felt it. And isn't this supposed to be the other way the round."

"You know you're more like a devil than an angel with a mouth like that."

"Are you fucking serious?" he groans and turns on the TV. He changes it to the news where there is a police chase. "Huh? Wonder what's going on?"

A women anchor that isn't that good looking appears on the screen. "This is an incredible turn of events. If your just tuning in an unman sports car is speeding through the highway."

He laughs and says, "That car might be faster than you."

"No way, mine is the fastest. Wait what are you talking about?"

Boxer then notices a blue Hummer speeding up to the ghost car. Suddenly his phone rings.

He answers, "This is Boxer"

"Where you at?!" Suspender yells through the phone.

"Uhh, I am visiting the elderly at a nursing home." He replies as the woman hugged him from behind. He shook her off and she pouted.

"Don't lie to me your at that immortal hotel!" She yells.

"Shit." His phone beeps signaling another call. "Whoops got another call."

Boxer hears Socks at the other end, "Boxer, are you watching TV?"

"Nope," he replies, "so what's up?"

"I'm chasing down a fucking ghost while you're fucking another whore. Get your fat ass out here!"

"FINE! It's not like this chick is rocking my world or anything." Boxer hangs up and changes into a white t-shirt and regular blue jeans. He puts on a leather jacket.

The woman gets up holding the blanket to cover herself. "I wasn't kidding about my ride. It's the fastest."

"You know, speed if fun but having a little technique never hurt." He grabs the keys. "And thanks for the ride." He takes off towards Socks.

The ghost car flies through the street. The wind causes people to fall and girls with dresses to show a little more than wanted.

It laughs wickedly, "No one can stop me!"

"Come on!" Socks say in frustration. He is close behind. A helicopter overhead is recording the scene below. Socks slams the front end of See Through at the back end of the ghost car.

It laughs, "Trying to catch me are ya? Bring it on ass whole" It slams against against See Through. Socks straightens it out before there can be any damage. "To be honest I don't think you can handle what I'm packing. That means I have a big dick."

They crash into a nearby mall. Boxer sees the explosion of rubble and heads towards it.

The ghost drives past a store nearly missing an old lady complaining about a dress.

"Now one of your sales people talked me into buying this atrocity yesterday they said I looked good but I resembled a side show circus freak in it. Now I want a full refund-" The cops crash into her and the sales clerk jumps for joy.

The ghost laughs again. "Not even close."

Boxer crashes through the ceiling and lands next to the ghost car.

"What's up doughebag? Where the fuck are you off to in such a fucking hurry?" He asks.

"Who the hell cares where I'm off to as long as I get off. Oh yah good one. That means ejaculate pacifically" It laughs again.

"Ya trust me, I know all about the big O. Ask anyone." Boxer says a bit too proudly.

"That's true, he is a giant man whore." Sock comments with a giggle.

The ghost looks at the two boys. "Wait you two know each other."

"Make another crack like that and I'll make sure it's your last." He takes off his boxers. The ghost laughs.

"Ya, take it off!" It crashes into him. They drive through a wall.

The ghost car gets ahead. Boxer looks and can't find his. "Shit, where are they?"

"Where are what?" Socks ask speeding next to him.

"What the fuck is on my face? Who turned off the lights?" The ghost says confused.

"My gun is on your face. Well I mean my boxers."

"Well on the bright side it smells like I'm going really fast.

The ghost licks his boxers. He shudders in disgust.

"That is going to leave nightmares." Socks says.

Boxer growls and then yells over at Socks. "Move over," he jumps into the drivers' seat of See Through. "Let's go See Through." He says stomping on the gas.

"How does it feel to know that you can even turn on guy ghost?" Sock says with a snicker.

"Fuck you. Let's just finish this as fast as possible."

"Bet that's the first time you said that."

"Shut the fuck up."

"You deserve it all because you were late!"

As they get closer to the ghost car the police pass them. They shoot at the ghost with little to almost no affect.

"What the hell, you're totally stealing our jobs you thieves!" Boxer yells.

The ghost shakes off the bullets. "Take this." It makes a sharp turn and starts' doing several 360's causing the cop cars to crash. "Suck it coppers!"

He laughs as the cop cars pile up behind him. The boys scream and maneuver around the falling cop cars nearly missing each one. With luck guns pile up in the back of the car.

Ghost laughs as he speeds near a barricade. "Are you trying to create a barrier? You idiots. Who the hell do you think you are? The army? I'm going to run you over you dip shits."

As he finishes a cop car comes from the side smashing into it. They speed in circles till they come to a complete stop where more cop cars ram into every side. It manages to escape. Boxer and Socks watch as the Ghost flies above then fall at their feet. It was now a small thing.

"Ah life in the fast lane just makes you finish quicker." Boxer says standing over it.

"That means your dead." Socks says more than happy to strike the final blow when Boxer stops him.

"Wait, I need to get my boxers." He reaches down but the thing is already gone.

The ghost laughs as he crawls away. "Suckers. Here I am. I'm in." The ghost crawls to the nearest semi and transforms.

"That's not good." Both Boxer and Socks says at the same time.

"Now you do realize this is all your fault." Sock says hitting his shoulder.

"I'm aware, thanks. But that doesn't mean you can destroy my best pair of boxers." He replies.

"Chuck, chuck, chuck, chuck…"

The both look back and realize all the weapons they have in the back of See Through. They both smile.

The ghost plows through cop cars. "Being made out of fire glass it awesome. Time for payback you fat pigs. And I'm saying that because your cops."

Boxer races towards him with guns in hand and tied to his back.

"Hay fat ass I have an idea, how about you let me help you lighten your load." He continues to shoot at him getting closer and closer. He jumps aiming for his head but hesitates not wanting to hit his boxers. He falls and flies over the semi and lands on his back. When he gets his balance he pulls out two more guns and shoots at the back of his head. Getting out another one he shoots at his propellers. He screams in pain and asks for it to stop. He continues till one of the propellers blow making them turn.

He deposes of the last weapon away and stands on top of it.

When the ghost notices he is done he says, "What's wrong dick angel. Giving up already."

Boxer sits down and watches. Soon the ghost sees Socks standing on the hood while chuck is driving. "No way. Is this a challenge? What are you playing chicken with the roster bitch? I give you credit though. You got some massive balls."

"Bigger than yours dude." Boxer says.

He speeds up as Socks prepares for his strike. Boxer flies back but catches on just in time. As they get closer Socks readies himself and just when it seems they hit Chuck sharply turns at the last second. Stocking sword goes through the truck cutting it in half. It cuts the ghost like butter. It flies over the highway and to a nearby train station.

Socks sighs thinking its all over, "Lets pack up the coins and let's get the hell out of here.

The helicopter comes by with Boxer on it. "Did you destroy my boxers? It hard to find a good pair that fit like that. You owe me a new pair if you did."

Socks ignores him and listens, "Hay we killed the damn ghost the bell should be ringing. That's how it works, right?"

"Ya that's strange."

A distant train whistles. They both groan. The ghost appears with the boxers still on its head.

"Not dead yet. Not even close." He says as they chase him down.

"Are you kidding me? Three rounds of this bullshit?" Socks says.

"Now were talking, I can go all night buddy." He looks down at his boxers. "If only I could get to them." He looks at the people in the helicopter. "Hay, if you can get me down there I'll show you a little more." He says to the female reporter. Her face turns bright red.

Socks drives up onto the top of the ghost train. The helicopter nears the front of the train.

"That's what I'm talking about." He says.

Boxer lets go of the helicopter and falls onto the front of the train.

"Oh fuck yes so close. Oh yes I'm going to blow. Don't stop."

The ghost gains speed making them fall back. He flies past a train station with the wind so strong they fly away. "This speed is amazing, I'm not even using protection. No brakes, pedal to the medal the whole time. Yah baby."

"Shit" boxer says holding onto Chuck whose lip is caught at the front of the train. He smiles at Chuck. "Chuck, have I ever told you how useful you are."

Chuck realizes what he is about to do shakes his head as he asks if he is ready but Boxer already jumps back. They fly into the air till they are forced forward. He catches his boxers just before he passes the train.

"Hay where are you going?" the ghost asks.

Boxer smiles, "don't worry." His boxer turns into a gun. "I'm coming back." He crashes into the front of him crushing his face like glass. He has the gun pointed at him. "Ya I'm done here. It's not me it's you so REPENT MOTHER FUCKER!"

The train explodes and it soon crashes into a dead end sending them flying. Boxer gets in See Through just in time.

The bell rings as they drive away seemingly unharmed.

"How many?" Boxer asks hoping for more than what is coming.

"Three Heavenly." Socks replies.

"Cheep and disappointing" He says angrily.

"Really because you seem to be really enjoying yourself."

"Eh, everyone likes to go fast but without good technique then what's the point." Boxer pulls out his boxers. "Gross. I'm never using these again."