+6 (an inside joke)

He stood in the rain, his slicker pulled in tight as he tried in vain to cut 
the wind.  Across the alley a man stood enraptured by something only he could 
see.  
From down that street a low rumble... like the rumble of a hungry tiger 
on the hunt, then a high pitched whine and the quick sound of gears being 
crunched from not far off.  The doppler effect of the vehicle approaching was 
eery.  
The two men in the alley turned their heads up toward the noise.  One 
one man oblivious to the now horrendous downpour, the other no longer caring 
about his secret.  
The noise grew in intensity and echoed madly about the alley.  The two men lifted 
their hands and pressed them hotly to their ears in vain, the noise was too 
intense.  
Suddenly careening around the corner came a light, and with it, the noise.  
The two men ran together, their hands still pressed to their ears the held 
each other with a fury normally reserved for young virgin lovers.  
The lights went up when the vehicle came to a slight incline and through the 
light they saw him.  He was black as night and had a six on his forehead.  
The man in the now apparent dump truck found another gear and gunned the 
engine.  The two men took that moment when the lights were no longer on them 
and tried to jump aside.  
Suddenly from the window, a wisp of paper flew and hit the man with a secret 
in the chest.  He grabbed the paper and looked at it just before the truck 
blew over them it said... "+6 Runaway cannot be mocked" as the truck droned 
of into the distance you could here him laugh.
The end.