EXT. DESERT. DAY 1985
Michael Knight is crouching behind KITT (his talking crime fighting car) and is stroking the exhaust pipe. The Engine is revving and the red strobing light at the head of the car is moving faster than usual.
Jesus is this really happening? How did I get into this mess?
Are you serious? What did you think would happen?
I wasn’t thinking! I was drunk, you know that, you could have stopped me.
Typical man! So now it’s MY fault you couldn’t keep it in your pants?
No, don’t twist it, you always do this…oh wait, I can see something… PUSH!
Micheal plunges his hand into the exhaust pipe and pulls, with a last roar of the engine KITT forces the thing out and Michael falls back clutching a tiny silver Cylon. He looks down at its face. All is still and silent, until…the red light in its visor flicks to life and traces from side to side accompanied by that tell-tale synthetic pulse. Michael is broken from his fatherly trance as the engine roars to life once more.
What is it? What’s wrong?
It’s a litter! They are coming!!!