It's the middle of the night inside the garage of the Foundation for Law and Government's headquarters. Besides the various tables, chairs, and electronic equipment, there's also a unique 'occupant.' The occupant is a sophisticated, self-aware computer inside the chassis of a modified 1980s Pontiac Trans AM.
The Knight Industries Two Thousand is silent. There are no lights of any kind operating inside the Trans AM's cabin. However, KITT is not recharging. The AI became annoyed by the actions of his partner and best friend, Michael Knight, earlier in the day. KITT is so annoyed that he refuses to speak to his partner after the *incident*. This annoyance is also the reason why the car is not recharging.
In the meantime, Michael is attempting to fall asleep inside the bedroom of his living quarters, but to no avail. He's wondering why his mechanical partner is giving him 'the silent treatment.' Rolling over in his bed and trying to find the most comfortable sleeping position, the man closes his eyes and hopes to sleep.
It doesn't work.
Twenty minutes later, after rolling around a minimum of ten times, Michael rises from his bed, gets dressed, and quietly walks out of his quarters.
The destination? - The garage where KITT is.
Michael reaches the garage. He sees the silent, dark form of his partner. However, the Anamorphic Equalizer in front of the car briefly flashes its red LEDs and becomes dark again. The man knows KITT is not in recharge and is very aware of the presence of his partner. Michael attempts a conversation-
"KITT? Buddy, it's me, Michael."
Silence.
"C'mon, Pal, what's bothering you?"
More silence.
"Let's talk about it."
Even more silence.
"KITT! ENOUGH WITH THE SILENT TREATMENT." Michael yells in frustration.
The scanner in front of KITT's prow lights up solidly for a moment before starting a side-to-side movement somewhat irregularly. Moments later, KITT decides to break his silence. "Michael."
"No, Hi, Michael? No, I'm glad to see you, Michael. What's going on?" The man asks concerned.
"Michael, I've never been so embarrassed and annoyed at you in all my life," KITT reveals while trying to maintain an even tone. The circuits of the car are highly electrified by the emotions felt.
Michael raises his right eyebrow. "Eh? Why? Nothing embarrassing happened to you today, at least that I know of. So why are you miffed at me?" He asks, totally confused. In the meantime, Michael is also scratching his chin.
"Michael, I'm embarrassed not by anything done to me but rather because of something you did." KITT elaborates.
Michael, by now, is beyond confused. "WHAT?" He stops scratching his chin.
"You have no idea what you've done? Really, Michael!" KITT finally turns on his instrument panel.
"Seriously, what?"
"Do I have to explain it? Oh alright. Remember we were discussing what activities can create a bond of friendship between two males?"
"Yeah, things like playing football, watching sports, enjoying video games... Stuff like that. There's more, of course."
"Yes, and many of those activities pertained to us. You are a man, and I regard myself as male. I like playing football with you, for example."
"Go on."
"We both decided to invite a friend along for a leisurely drive while having this discussion."
"And?"
"Occasionally, males do activities we question at times, sometimes without thinking."
"What does this have to do with me? Get to the point, will you, Pal."
"Then why on earth did you 'let one loose?' Especially with Bonnie sitting in the passenger seat!"
"I what?"
"Let one loose, let 'er rip.' Do I need to say it, Michael? You passed gas very loudly, and Bonnie was with us. My goodness, Michael. If I were human, I would have keeled over from the smell. It overloaded my Olfactory Sensor as it was, and the sound- Couldn't you have dealt with your flatulence problem another way?"
"KITT!"
"When I suggested a diet change for yourself, I didn't mean consuming two large-bean burritos instead of your usual hamburger and french fries. You know refried beans result in you suffering from flatulence.
"It does not!"
"Shall I display the results on my monitor, Michael? Next time, don't eat bean burritos twenty minutes before we pick up Bonnie. The poor woman turned beet red when she heard you, and your pitiful 'excuse me' made things worse!"
"It wasn't that bad."
"Bonnie almost ran when she exited my cabin once we returned from our drive, Michael. It was worse than bad."
"Yeah, you got a point. I'll go apologize later in the morning."
"Thank you, Michael. She'll appreciate it."
"Next time I have a flatulence problem, it'll be just us guys."
"Really, Michael."
