You didn't let Jamie "*** Wee" Furman, notorious midnight tweaker, in your garage last night, did you?
You didn't happen to notice Furman's propensity to wander into your garage for 45 minutes at a time, throughout the evening, did you?
And while he was at your dinner table, did you happen to notice that he had a case of "happy feet" that led your wife to wonder if he consumed more than his fair share of coffee prior to entering your home?
Long after you thought Furman left and you went to bed, did you have unusual nightmares of a monster who made a sound, suspiciously like that of a dremel tool grinding aluminum? Are you certain it was a dream?
Hell, I'm going to invite Burnin' Furman over to my house for dinner, install a new set of wires and gain some 40 rwhp over stock. I can't afford those UGR big power mods like filters, noob tubes and fancy exhausts.